With great force the ram hit the ground, barely able to walk. Yet it still tried crippled and bleeding everywhere. Skölvar stood behind it with a great smirk on his face, for he liked prey that would not so easily give in.
"You cannot win" he said. I have slain countless minions up in the north. I defeated the great icebeast of bitterfrost, which horns I now where on my back. What makes you think you're different". They don't call me the Scourge for nothing.
The ram struggled to walk a few more yards, before finally giving in. Beaten and bloody, he lay there dead on the icy floor.
"Come" Skölvar said "I will make you into a fine weapon".