Valhalla

A jolting pain went up his thigh but still he didn't move. A cramp from sitting so still for so long. The man lay on his stomach cover in the fur he made his clothes from and had long but gray blonde hair and beard. The bushes he lay under gave him a spectacular view of the valley below and the elaborate and strikingly fantastic stone mansion on the opposite side, all of which was lit up by the sun only a little bit above the horizon.
A twig snapped further down the hillside, fifty feet by the vikings reckoning. He slowly and deliberately pulled back the string on his bow arrow already in place. The source of the noise didn't show itself until a few minutes later. A tall man with a clean shave, buzzed short hair and a green uniform filled to the brim with his achievements, holding a rifle with basic iron sights scanning the hill up and down looking for threats. 
The mans uniform was a work of art in itself. Ribbons seemed to take up his entire right side matched only by the medals below them. Aggulets covered his shoulders and a single blue medal hung from his neck, a yellow stripe running down each side of his trousers and similar stripes on his arm showing the rank of sergeant. The name on the left side said Murphy.
When the sergeant came into thirty feet, the Viking released his arrow and in one motion rose to his feet drawing his battle-axe. The arrow hit Murphy in the chest and exploded in a flurry of metal and ribbon knocking him off his feet. The Norse man screamed savagely as he charged. Murphy quickly rose to his feet and fired his last three rounds left from the day of fighting into the viking and it did little to slow him down. The monstrosity of fur and muscle raised the axe and swung to which Murphy attempted to block using his rifle but the arrow protruding from his chest slowed him down and he didn't get all of his strength behind it.
The brute force of the blow knocked Murphy onto his back and the viking raised his weapon for another blow. The sergeant rolled quickly snapping the arrow and causing tremendous pain but again the sergeant just pushed through. The axe bury's itself in the dirt slowing the vikings attempt to raise it again. 
From this distance it becomes apparent to the two men just how much bigger the viking is. Murphy pulls a knife from his boot and rolls forward and behind the larger man. Feeling this the viking reaches behind him just as the blade is placed to his throat and flips Murphy over his shoulders onto the dirt, and ripping the knife from his hands. The viking brought the knife up then plunged it into Murphy repeatedly and in a flurry of movement. When the sun dropped below the horizon he finally threw the knife aside and began limping towards the mansion on the opposite hill.
When he finally arrived he swung open the doors beholding the magnificent site before him. In the main hall sat the warriors of all nations. Spartans, Zulu, US and UK Marines, Samariua, Amazonians, Romans, Vikings, Mongols and all others who rose to meet him. Finally Murphy came forward from the crowd and began to clap and the others followed. As the clapping continued Murphy came to the man and the hugged and sat down together and talked and laughed with the rest, waiting for the sun to rise again and the fighting to begin again.


Updated version of Valhalla in honor of Lieutenant Audie Murphy, Medal of Honor holder and most decorated soldier in the United States of America's History.