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    >I own a spear for home defence, since that''s what the Aesir intend!


    >Four brigands break into my home.


    >"What in Hel?" As I grab my helmet and runed polearm.


    >Stab a fist-sized hole through the first man, he''s dead where he stood.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    >Fling my axe at the second man, miss him entirely because it''s not for throwing and hit the neighbour''s war hound.


    >I have to resort to the ballista mounted at the back of the longhouse.


    >"Valhalla awaits!" The bolts shred two of the men, their dying screams startling the cattle.


    >Heft my halberd and charge the last raving marauder. He bleeds out, waiting for the Valkyries to arrive, since enchanted blade wounds are impossible to bind closed.


    >Just as the Aesir intend.