The villagers cowered in anguish as Grimbauld was led to the canyons edge.
He had challenged Fragnar, and would suffer the same doom as his parents.
Yet, no fear was shown.
Not for the warlord, or the fate awaiting him.
Arms bound, he was hurled into the void. Gone without a cry.
But then, by the Gods!
He rose, floating on the air, bonds broken and sword held aloft. Stepping back on land, he grabbed the trembling warlord.
“Your reign is over.”
With a mighty throw, he cast Fragnar over the precipice.
He fell screaming, never to be seen again.
Well, it’s been a mad crazy week with work so this is just another fun little tale about Grimbauld’s adventures. Hmm, I wonder if he had some help here?
I guess we all might find out soon!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
You're talking my language here!
He had help! The Holtzman Effect! Sorry, I've dune it... ;)