The other Walkers caught up at that moment, and two crystalline swords pierced the old Wull's torso before he could move. The clan chieftain, however, madly grabbed their cold hands and held onto them with the final vestiges of his strength. His limbs quickly began to turn blue from the cold, but he did not let go even as his heart stopped beating, no matter how his foes tried to free themselves. A moment later, Rogar Wull, his son, stabbed a black-tipped spear into one of the restrained Walkers while a nameless greybeard stabbed a dagger in the eye of another before throwing himself at the next foe.