“Our Shielding held that hilt, and hit and struck with it,
Emboldened with battle-lust, that blow was great;
He was wrathful and reckless, his rage was just.
It pierced her proud neck, the point went deep,
Her spine snapped; the blade sliced clean through
Her blotched body, blood went to the floor with her,
His blade was blood-wet, his boast erupted”
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