He stretches slightly, testing the muscles. If he's going to die, he wants to do it well, not because he had mis-assessed his wounds or bandaging. That doesn't go well at all.
Then he tightens his grip on his axe, and deeply inhales the scent of blood.
"Aye, let them come."
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