Death-cries take flight as they issue from frozen lips and sharpened teeth, and combat ensues. It is soon over.
Rage and fire amidst bloodsharp spires of teeth filed for Battle's priming. And, in battle, Cut. Down. In Prime.
Not exactly an image of the Hessian *with* his head, but close enough.
Glowering at the oppressor, curiously, as it might be quite a shock to the senses to suddenly find a head upon shoulders that had long-forgotten how to bear it.
Returned, and Reckoned.
