But so what? If he was going to die, he was going to take as many enemies down to hell with him as he could! The others around him seemed to have the same idea, as the White Walkers were being swarmed in one desperate push. Two greybeards jumped his opponent from the side and got impaled through the guts, but it bought Rogar just enough time to bury his dagger into the face of the icy bastard. He gnashed his teeth angrily at the sight of his broken dagger. This was his last dragonglass weapon.