Timaeus blew himself up in an experiment. Glorious deaths, all of them. The old troll scowled, showing a row of yellowed sharp teeth. The soul of the warrior came to the surface. Sir Mikel's eyes bore into Timothy's.
Death is a dirty, nasty, bloody thing.
Never enjoy bringing about the death of an enemy, and never seek your own death, as 'glorious' as it may seem. I killed many warriors in my day. I never enjoyed it. Many came to fight the legendary Mikel Thunderfist to prove themselves. I fought them for honor's sake.