"I thought they were gods, but they got slower," a pained voice coughed nearby, and they all spun, weapons drawn. Out of the darkness crawled out a heavily wounded wildling, leg under the knee missing. Instead of bleeding, the stump looked to be charred with fire. Mallister relaxed when he saw that his eyes were brown. "I couldn't see anything but blurs when the Wolf King and the Cold One began fighting. It's been nearly half an hour since."