A short one that came up after sometime of writers block What does it mean to take another man's life. To me it meant one thing, honor. And as I swung my mighty axe back I felt Odin's rage coursing through veins. I looked deep into the eyes of the puny mortal in front me. Bloody and feeble. I let out a godly roar and brought forth my axe and split his fucking head in half as though it were made sheep's wool. The warm blood now on my face. I pulled my monstrous weapon out of his head, brains gurgling, bone crunching. I looked around me at the bloodied field. Bodies littered the land. The stench of death pungent in the air. I closed my eyes and took in the sweet scent of rotting corpse. I looked at my axe dulled and stained. You could no longer see the carving of Sutr's name on the blade. I rose my weapon and gave praise to my god of war. Thousands of lives taken in the name of Odin.