And there's only one good thing to do with a frozen Venatori. With a savage grin, Bull leaps, axe brought high overhead, like it's a competition to see how many pieces he can smash the soldier into once he brings it down again.

One of the last soldiers, wounded and panicked, starts to scramble for the higher levels of the fortress, hurrying as quickly as he can towards a set of stairs leading up and leaving a trail of blood behind him. Bull jerks a chin in his direction.

"Got a straggler."