As they got closer to The Master, Tom stepped forward, glaring at the powerful man. “Can I hit you?” “What?” The Master seemed taken aback by this question. Tom started pulling his warhammer out of his bag. “One of my friends died down there to prevent your summoned creature killing all of us. I would like a free hit.” “Ah. A Northman. I understand and will allow this in thanks for the time your people saved me from the Valkyries.” The Master nodded, pulling open his tattered robe and baring his chest. “This will end things between us?” “As is custom,” Tom ruefully agreed. “Hans! Rose! Come
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