Jennie
The sound of wood chopping the slowly beat, the metal shriek of flint and steel, then the smell. This smell is one that has not been smelled before, a new smell, a strange smell. No... This was a human, that smell, that wretched, horrible, abomination, invasive, ..... Deadly smell. What's this sound, this familiar sounds that is comforting to not let what happed so long ago happen again... But what happened? Doesn't matter as this human will destroy this forest and all the juicy prey in it.

She slowly crawls forward on all fours coming down from a nearby hill. She sees the dancing flames like a beacon telling her what power those demons possess. She gets closer to the campsite as she inters opposite of the tent slowly moving to the warg bodies. She approaches, keeping her eyes on the tent she starts to cut out the eyes of the beasts and there claws.
Bertha
The snowy storm raged on and so, the young knight stayed oblivious to the faint noises of someone walking around his small campsite. While the strange figure lurked about outside, he was cleaning his armour thoroughly from the blood of his feral adversaries. He'd been at it for a while now and the last bit of metal he had to clean was his helmet. A sallet that was made specifically for him was now covered in that vial blood of the wild animals.. He hurried to clean it off. Soon, the crimson specks that were beginning to turn a black-ish brown were wiped off completely and the helmet glistened in the fireplace's light once again. 

Putting it on, Edmund sighed, looking at the flames.. They were growing weak. He went outside to add some more fuel to them and suddenly.. He spotted the strange visitor hunched over the dead bodies of the three wargs. "OI!" He called out, quickly unsheathing his sword. Though the wind's whistle was loud, his voice cut through it like a well-sharpened knife cuts through butter. 

"Who are ye? Come closer to the fire and show yourself!"
Jennie
The faint black outline of the creature turns to you, seeing large what seem like glowing eyes as the head tilts to the side as it walks close. The way this 'thing' is moving is one of horror as it seems to break itself as it moves along the ground. You can see it slowly stand up as it spin seems to go back into a more human shape as you see the glint of a hand axe bounce of her hip as she slowly grabs it still not being able to be seen by the fire.

T-that smell it burns, human steel that's what that smell is. It will bring fire to forest... Yes. This... Demon can not go north any further. He must be stoped...

Strange cryptic words fall out of the things mouth as it stares at you with its yellow, glowing, beating, shimmering eyes.
Bertha
The strange, creepy movements of the figure make Edmund assume a more defensive stance, putting up his small, targe shield up to protect his head and leaning slight forward with his sword rested against it. "Can you speak properly? What do you want, if so?" The young man asks of the disturbing creature, while moving closer to the fire. His emerald eyes light up with excitement once again. Though it is a strange encounter, he might get a chance to test his battle prowess.. Now one on one with something that seemed more anthropomorphic than the wargs that came before it.

The steel of his armour now shone in the fire's light, reflecting it onto the figure somewhat. Edmund stood in anticipation of the thing's following actions and, seeing as how it grabbed onto its axe, there was a battle to be had.
Jennie
The thing stepped forward

Covered in dry blood the smell engulfing the campsite. Beaks, claws, meat, and eyes dangled from the things waist as it took another step forward. The party bald head shined in the light as the face was slowly put together.

With large eyes the mouth smiled, the hand that the thing was collecting the parts of the wargs with drew upon itself as blood smeared the face of the vile creature. 

Once again you hear the strange words coming from the creatures mouth.
"Ditt blod er min, din sjel er ødelagt, du vil bringe døden til dette landet, som jeg vet!"
Bertha
Not waiting for the thing to attack him, Edmund, using a more aggressive tactic, suddenly lunged forth without a warning, aiming to smash the edge of his thin, targe shield into the thing's disgusting head (if you could even call it that). Though unprovoked, Edmund thought that this attack would be for the best, because the thing in front of him seemed rather hostile in its approach towards him.
Jennie
The things eyes widen as the metal demon pushes forth through the air. Taking one step and pivot the thing was now on the side of the incoming attack crouched to the floor as... It kept its axe in the same place before she took the step
Bertha
Having not put his entire momentum into this lunge, Edmund quickly recoordinated himself and swung his sword down upon the crouching creature, aiming for its head once again. In his experience, once the head was smash in or cut off, the creature that once was controlled by it would be dead.. He also quickly repositioned his shield to be closer to his gut - the vital part which, though protected by the brigandine and a gambeson, was still, in a way, vulnerable to blunt force put forth by axes and maces.
Jennie
Taking the curved knife from her left side she grabbed the sword with it, the sword having being caught slides to the left digging into the things shoulder as it screams like a banshee. Now becoming angry it fell to the ground, trying to keep the focus on attack that has damaged the thing, the axe swung into the Knights right foot.
Bertha
Yelling out in rage as the sudden pain engulfed his foot, Edmund jumped atop of the vile smelling creature, getting his dagger out to finish the job. But first, drowning in his flaming anger, he began to basically pummel his adversary into the ground with his steel-clad fists. Nothing could stop his desire to just destroy this disgusting thing where it stood now.
Jennie
As the burning cold steel smashes into the things skull legs swing forward wrapping around the knight as it smashed the metal demon into the ground.
Bertha
Reacting to this sudden, new threat, Edmund quickly and in slight panic cut at the two appendages that wrapped around him, trying to free his arms enough to break out completely. He also struggled against the weakened foe, yelling out in anguish and slight disappointment. Then, in a split second decision, he also drove his sharpened spurs into his deadly opponent's chest, trying to rip at it and distract the being that controlled his binds.
Jennie
"Spis skit!"

The thing yelled as the spurs hit the tough bear hid that the thing was wearing as it quickly let go and scurried back into the darkness as it also grabbed its curved knife along the way
Bertha
Quickly limping toward his small camp, Edmund grabbed his bow and two or three arrows - he wasn't done with the creature. He turned around, stood up and quickly drew his bow, aiming at the slight silhouette he could see in the dim flames. One arrow was let go.. He missed - it sunk into the snow beside Shaman. He drew another one and fired, this time making corrections for the wind and the distance, trying to hit the downed enemy somewhere in their neck or head region.
Jennie
Ducking under the second arrow with a bolt of speed the thing rushed the metal demon, knowing that it's scaly skin is to thick to penetrate it turned the blade backwards using the blunt of the handle to try and hit the head

" Forhekse deg!"
Bertha
To confuse his relentless adversary, Edmund rushed forth to counter attack, smashing his metal fist against the thing's head once again to grant himself some time to pick up his sword once again. The fight wasn't done, it seemed.. And it wouldn't be until one of them was dead.
Jennie
The fist made contact, sweeping the thing off its feet as it flew 3-4 feet off the ground landing on its stomach, passing out cold in the snow next to the fire
Bertha
Wasting no time, Edmund picked his sword up and limped up to the knocked-out creature, quickly swinging the blade down onto its neck to finish the battle once and for all.
Jennie
Opening its eyes blurry and confused it grabbed its axe that layed next the the fire as it turned over catching the sword and bringing it down into the path of the flames
Bertha
He kicked the thing in its head in responce, quickly tearing his sword back from the flames which were almost dead at this point. He was furious that his enemy was refusing to die, but he also knew that now he was on top - there wasn't much that the creature could put up against him anymore.
Jennie
With its damaged arm it tore into the sky with its knife towards the demon with all of its strength left know this was it if the tip of the blade didn't hit
Bertha
The hit made him scream out in pain yet again - she managed to hit his least protected area - the back of the thigh. Though not hitting anything important, a wound is still a wound. He fell down on his knees, pinning her to the ground and quickly driving his sword downward to finish her off - the bleeding had to be stopped before it could do some serious damage to him.
Jennie
The thing smiled as the sword smashed into its neck, but right before hand she turned the blade that she had stabbed him with, to the pint were the knife could feel it scrape against his bone as the screaming banshee fell silent
Bertha
"Bloody hell, finally.." Edmund growled out, falling back into the snow and letting out another scream of pain while grabbing onto a nearby branch. "TAFF, YOU BLOODY PIECE OF FILTH!" He yelled out before exhausting himself and letting out as much pain as he could. Soon, afterfinally regaining his sanity, he crawled back to the flames and closer to his tent... Now it was time to tend to his own wounds.

Firstly, he took out his dagger once again, cleaning off the banshee's blood off it with snow. Once it was clean, he lowered it into the flames of his campfire, heating the piece of metal up. Soon enough, it was ready - he just needed something to bite down on while he 'treated' the wound. A twig sufficed enough and, after taking his helmet off, he bit down on it as hard as he could, watching his dagger become orange...