More and more Freljordians met their demise at the end of Sangrael's blade. The blood drained from each victim only made Sangrael's weapon stronger. Upon slaying another chieftain, his weapon turned into the shape of a scythe. He looked at his weapon's new form and roared with laughter. "Hahaha, there's nothing you can do to stop me now! My weapon has achieved its true form!" The barbarian mass began to rout in chaos and panic. Sangrael flew after them, swooping down like a hawk for the kill. "Come back with reinforcements! I don't want this fun to end!" shouted Sangrael, as he flew down and decapitated a routing barbarian.