The kiss was intended to fall full upon it’s ruined lips but instead encountered the knuckles of a bony fist which had swung up to greet her with a strength she would never have imagined possible. “Further away! With each new gust, the rope strained and creaked; Making the corpse twist casually, as though moving in some somber dance known only to the dead. “Damn you to Niflhelheem! “Did she beg Halfgan?”
Halfgan paused and tilted his ruined face up. “Oh come now sweating you should know that will do nothing to me as the dead can’t be killed.?”
He ground his hips into her as he spoke and she fought all the harder. and long! The dagger flew straight and true; severing the rope where it was tied to a low broken branch of the tree then stuck into the trunk with a faint thunk.
