Beowulf Page #2

when they're too tired to stand up?

- Move!

- He's a machine.

Suppose there's no point in telling

Roland they'll be dead tomorrow.

You attack me.

You understand? You attack me!

And always remember:

It's not about weapons.

In here it counts.

It's not over yet.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Attack me.

Come on.

Now you, take my sword.

Aaah!

Fight well...

or die badly.

Sir.

I wonder how many

will die tonight.

Didn't mean to scare you.

Permanent state around here.

My useless nephew, where did

you put the replacement bolts?

Huh? Huh?

Just once it would be good if he put

something where it's supposed to be.

He's a good kid.

Give him a chance. He'll be fine.

Yeah, if he don't

get us all killed first.

- You all right out there?

- Oh, yeah.

I'll have some of that later.

I must apologize

for the quality of the food.

We did stockpile supplies

in case of such an emergency,

and so provisions

were not initially a problem.

But now, nothing getting in,

nothing getting out.

And when the storeroom was full,

it didn't contain a single thing...

that was of any interest

to our intruder,

who seems to prefer... us.

This is my daughter, Kyra.

We've already met.

Will your wife be joining us?

My wife died many years ago.

It was a tragic accident.

She was new to the outpost,

walking alone at night.

She fell from the battlements.

Do you have family, Beowulf?

I've never wanted a family.

I thought it only natural

to desire home, family.

Then I have no natural desires.

Interesting.

How so?

Since I have no desire to stay in

one place, a home would be useless.

And I have no desire for a family...

since I don't want to

create more like me.

So that your ego

can rest assured of your uniqueness.

Exactly.

You must excuse my daughter.

She's always been a woman

of her own mind.

And my father has always been

an expert at making my excuses.

Damn!

Oh, uh, Karl?

I dropped my glasses somewhere.

You see 'em anywhere?

Karl?

Is that you, Karl?

If there was a high point,

it was the Underlands' siege.

I remember.

It was an active year. We were

fighting under great pressure.

But we were strong...

'cause the fighters

worked together as a unit.

I don't think after those advances,

we should-

- Is something wrong?

- Can you sense it?

Sense what?

This is bullshit!

What is it?

Evil. It's here.

Hrothgar,

this is ridiculous.

We need fighting men,

not lunatics.

- Roland, be quiet.

- What, me?

The weapons master,

he's dead.

It's changing its method.

- Never killed so early before.

- It knows.

I'm sorry, Will.

You're the weapons

master now.

Promotion.

Yeah, not too comforting, huh?

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