No surrender

"I'm not going to surrender", Brent said, the palm of his hand meeting the pommel of the sword, as his eyebrows fell over his eyes.

"Me neither," you replied.

You resisted inside the house for a few more minutes, until the men lost patience. You armed yourself in a corner when you heard the wild dogs running in the snow coming to get you. Large wild animals with long black hair, teeth hanging out and drool dripping from deadly fangs.

Cornered, you and Brent started swinging your swords when the animals threatened to attack. You heard Brent curse when after a bark, the dog jumped on him. All you heard afterwards was the whine of the dog's throat breaking and a torrent of hot blood bathing the floor with a trail of steam.

You waved your sword and hit the back of the dog that attacked you vertically. The sword dug into his ribs and he died slowly. Your hands started to shake. You had never killed a dog, and that was awful.

"Calm down," Brent said.

That was when one of the men, bearded and bald, invaded the hut with a two-handed ax. He wore rags, dirty, snow-painted wildlings. Brent's eyes widened and attacked him. The man, with an intense roar, delivered the blow and punched Brent in the face. The boy staggered backwards, and fell backwards to the ground when the man hit him with a punch in the belly.

It didn't take much to disarm you. He punched you in the stomach and pulled you through the cabin by your hair, throwing you down the short steps and making you roll in the snow. Then, beside you, Brent rolled over and his nose was bleeding. You stood up quickly, but when you saw the arrow pointed at your head, you raised your hands in yield.

In front of you, you saw four men, and the fifth came out of the cabin and positioned himself behind you, surrounding you and Brent. They had their two horses, and one of the men, tall and black, held a woman with a rope around her neck, guiding her by the rope as if she were an animal.

“What the fuck is that? Now the crows are recruiting even little girls? Hahaha, they're crazy!” Exclaimed one of the men. Thin and toothless.

"I'm not a girl", you insisted on speaking.

“I know, I'm not blind, you fag”, Brent started to get up when he heard the skinny wildling say that. The wildling laughed. “Look at these worthless ones. Stupid and worthless young people. Weak like women, ”he said. “Crows don't stand a chance against us anymore. There aren't even men to fight ”.

The rest of them agreed with roars and laughter.

"Bh’ollr, bring them here," the black man said in a deep, penetrating voice, passing the woman's rope to another man. Bh’ollr was apparently the bald man, considering that he guided you and Brent to the black man who now appeared to be their leader.

Approaching, you saw his features. He had yellow, narrow eyes and grossly masculine eyebrows. He also had a thick beard that covered his rough jaw. The lips almost hidden by the black mustache. He had a scar that cut his cheek and forehead. Deep scars. His hair was heavy braids that reached the middle of his back. The man must have been over two meters, he was certainly twice your size. Like all of them, he wore leather and animal skins. They called him “Thonjir”, you heard.

He took some strings from your waist and tied Brent, and then tied you up. Both with your hands behind. You suddenly felt something moving around your belt, and then your dagger was pulled. One of the men shouted, which served as a warning to Thonjir. The **** woman had pulled the dagger from your belt and tried to kill the leader. Thonjir grabbed her wrist, removed the dagger from her hands and crossed her throat with the blade.

Startled, you staggered forward to dodge the blood. You and Brent looked at each other in fear.

"Damn", Thonjir cursed. “Shit!”, He kicked her body as she slowly died on the snow. "Damn".

You noticed that there was a cut on his arm. In anger, Thonjir continued to tie you up while the other men undressed the woman to steal her clothes.

You were tied to each other by a rope, you and Brent, and then guided on foot by the men on the horses.