Swinging their flamestrike poleaxes from left to right. Battle cries rumbled the ground, inspiring chants bellowed from their mouths as they sang about every enemy they had cut down with their poleaxes. The Hearthguard Bezerkers wielding these dangerous weapons were hungry for war, only the bravest Bezerkers were tasked with wielding such menacing tools of war. The ends of the flails burnt with the fire of Grimnir, they were so bright looking at them for any longer than a few seconds was impossible.
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