Svalin climbed to her feet and grabbed her sword. She wiped the blade off on her leggings.
"Thou art always so eager to throw away thine life," she said as she took a quick inventory of her own wounds. They would be fine for now. Later she would have to see to them. "Let us go then. Mine sword ist eager to meet more Celts."
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