The Sword of the Crow

The icy wind was sharp on Talyar's cheeks, snow billowed around his head and a hand reached down towards his face who was on one knee leaning on his sword and with his other hand on the arrow in his thigh, he reached for the hand and it pulled him to his feet, Black Foot stood looking at him with a look of disbelief,
 "Talon, it's you! I was sure you were dead!"
Grey Claw spoke from behind Talon,
 "Ain't nothing that can kill our Talyar. I once saw him kill a pack of wolves with nothing but a rock. We are glad you were here our thanks to the Silver Talons, brother."
Talon pulled the arrow from his thigh, slid the sword into the sheath on his back and spoke out as he looked around, it was hard to tell the difference between the ice, mud and armour of the countless fallen. Flags littering the battlefield, sticking out of the ground at obscure angles, there were thousands of bodies; horses and men all lying still,
 "Walk with me, Grey Claw, Ny'aa."
They walked across the field, the grass beneath their boots shattered like needles of glass under a hammer. Banners lay in the mud, trails of blood frozen in the ice.
 "How many? How many did they send?"
 "Nearly three thousand, would have slaughtered us if the Silver Talons hadn't shown up. I'm sorry about your men, Talyar"
Talon nodded, while removing another arrow from his chest,
 "They will be remembered. They knew what they were riding in to and who they were riding for."

The winds picked up and the icy shards sailed through the air, rattling the armour and piercing the flags that billowed in the wind,  
 "Grey Claw!"
Black Foot was running towards them from behind,
 "It's coming!
Black Foot was shrouded in mist and they heard the sound of a man's scream as a blade was drawn. Talon and Grey Claw stood together, facing the mist in stance, ready to fight. A long haired man walked out of the snow storm in front of them, his cloak was long and ripped and his head hung down he carried a staff in one hand and a sword in another. Grey Claw shouted into the howling wind,
 "Who are you?!"
The man kept walking forward, dragging his staff across the floor, Grey Claw drew his sword and stepped forward, the blade outstretched. The man stopped walking and raised his staff, but stood motionless. Grey Claw and Wildclaw both charged forwards and then man slammed his staff into the ice, Wildclaw was launched back with a huge burst of force, as he looked up and back towards the sorcerer he noticed Grey Claw frozen in mid air, stems of snow white ice branching off him in all directions holding him up in the air. The sorcerer raised his sword and hundreds of wolves walked forwards out of the snow storm from all sides, Talon knelt, leaning on his sword again, a piece of ice in his waist, he drew his other sword from his hip and slid his helmet visor down, as he stepped forward slowly, gaining speed he spoke muttered under his breath,
 "A talon in the ice, a feather in the snow, a roll of the dice, the sword of the crow."