"Have any other of the icy fuckers shown their faces yet?" Greatjon's voice boomed before wincing in pain. Everyone was greatly respectful to the Giant of Last Heart after slaying a White Walker in single combat, but his victory was not without a cost. According to the rumours, there was an ugly purple wound to his side, courtesy of the icy sword the Walker had wielded. A brave man had attempted to grab the frosty hilt and wield the sword, but it was so cold that his hand got burned badly through the leather glove. Even now, the blade remained in the snowy field, buried under charred bones and layers of mud and snow.