The battle was fast becoming a matter of keeping the shambling undead from reaching the center, where the kneeling woman still appeared oblivious to them all. The threat of ice and snow became a reality as Hilde noted the ice caked undead falling.<br/><br/>It took her a moment of slight respite to look around and notice the one wielding the greatsword. She blinked in stunned silence as he reaped the undead with all the efficiency of Bergelmir. Frost hung in the air around him and he looked to be unwavering in his zeal. She did not have long to stare however as more undead seemed to be coming. Hilde scrambled to find more arrows and continued to fight with sword and ax.<br/><br/>She looked for her horse Frost and saw him aways off, staying clear of the undead. At least he was not in danger. He was fast enough to stay clear of them. "How long will we have to fight these abominations!?" she was getting weary, but did not stop.