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[For Honor] Volundr: The Pit Swine - Rep 70 Jormungandr Montage

Volundr winced as he dragged the cold wet cloth over the many bruises and fresh cuts that decorated his body. His heart still slammed around in his ribcage. He could still taste the blood in his mouth, and some of his teeth felt looser than they did before. The wooden stool upon which he sat and the dry straw under his feet only gave him so much comfort. Volundr, or the “Pit Swine” as he was often known, was one of the most proficient pit fighters among all the Viking clans. He was a formidable opponent, said to thrash opponents with such force that it looked like a feral hog had done the work. Many clans sent their slaves and prisoners to the arena just to watch Volundr tear them apart. Crowds roared and cheered him on. And then, when it was all over, he would be dragged back to his cell to wait for another fight. Indeed, his “swine” nickname was apt for another reason than just his propensity for carnage. The other was that he was treated like…well, an animal. Volundr was a prisoner of this clan, and he would’ve likely been killed and tossed on a pile to burn had he not proven himself to be good entertainment. They kept him in a cell, with a floor of dirt and straw, and little more than a pile of furs to sleep on. When they wanted him to fight, he’d be hauled out, and once it was over, he’d be promptly locked back up again. At the very least he had his reputation going for him. He’d killed countless people in the ring. Soldiers seeking to win fortune and fame. Drugged-up berserkers who flailed around like fish in a net. Even the jarl of another clan who had been sentenced to trial by combat. He had fought and emerged victorious over all these foes. But no opponent that Volundr had ever faced had put up as much of a fight as this one. He had a reputation of being like a wild animal at times, but his foe quite literally WAS one. In all his time fighting, Volundr had never faced an opponent with so much viciousness. So much energy. Was it drugs? Adrenaline? Insanity? He couldn’t say. All he knew was that he had only barely survived. “You.” Came a voice from behind him, outside of his cell, clearly female yet uncharacteristically deep and stern. It wasn’t one of his captors for certain. Volundr stopped dressing his wounds, and slowly turned around to the barred wall of his cell, squinting. Behind the wall was a woman, dressed in a ragged coat and pants. Her body was covered in ground-up bone, warpaint, and what looked to be burn marks. Her hair was tied behind her like a great, knotted rope. Behind her gaze was an almost otherworldly coldness. “It was you who killed Frami.” She said, her chilling gaze unfaltering. “You have proven your reputation as a skilled fighter.” Frami. So that was his name. “Who are you?” Volundr asked grimly, steadily rising to his feet and walking over to the bars of his cell. He didn’t quite approve of some random outsider marching up to him simply to tell him what he already knew. “What are you doing here?” “I am Hulda.” The woman introduced herself. “And I have come here to release you.” Volundr could scarcely believe her words. “Why? How?” He asked incredulously. “What do you want with me, woman?” “Volundr, you have a talent for killing.” Hulda said simply. “I have watched you kill many in the pits, including Frami. Your knack for spilling blood is unlike any I have seen from any other warrior in these lands.” “You fail to answer my question.” Volundr growled, gripping one of the bars of his cell. Hulda gripped the adjacent bar and looked him in the eye, her sternly. “Your talent for killing is being wasted, Volundr.” She spoke firmly. “These fools have the finest pit fighter in the land, and they send him out to fight unworthy rabble. It’s like watching a bear fight a newborn fawn. Frami, the man you fought, the man who very nearly bested you…” Hulda leaned in closer, her grip on the cell bar tightening. “I made him into what he was. I trained him, gave him his strength. That is what I do. I create warriors.” Hulda glared at him for a moment longer before releasing the bar of his cell, her face softening slightly. “As I said, Volundr, you have a talent for killing.” She continued. “I can help you foster that talent. I can make you into a warrior fit to battle the gods. You can’t truly expect me to believe that you’re content to live like this…like an animal, made to fight for the amusement of others.” Volundr looked down at himself. He looked at all the scars, new and old, that decorated his body. He looked at the bruises, the cuts, the scratches, everything. He looked at what he had done in the name of other’s revelry. He looked himself not as a man, but as the animal that the raucous crowds saw him as. He looked at a seething mass of wants hungers, frustrations, and wills. He felt rage. “Okay.” He then said. “I will join you.” - Song Used - Fasten Your Meatbelts - Ridiculon (Super Meat Boy PS4/Vita/Switch)    • Fasten Your Meatbelts - Ridiculon (Super M...