Skorri ceases his chant as the undead beast slumps to the ground at the end of Freyja's spear.

"Truly a mighty display of skill," he says in awe of the giantess. "No doubt that Wotan has blessed your spear arm."

Putting away axe and shield, he gathers the reigns of his horse and makes certain that the mutt Bogi is following. "Come along, dog; if you wander off, you might end up like that one!" He eyes the remains of the bog hound as he walks by.