The ogre twisted to slam Kratos into a wall, pinning him in place with a muscular forearm. With a bug-eyed face that was as cold as ice, the Forað leaned into Kratos before he could reach back to take up his axe, sniffing all about his upper body.
“þú mein líki nǫkkurr guð. Ganga bak nú,” the Forað said.
Atreus surged forward but stopped short, knowing there was little he could do against such an enormous creature.
“Don’t you call him that!” Atreus yelled, taking bow and arrow in hand. The Forað simply laughed.
“What did it say?” Kratos was able to spit out, despite the crushing pressure on his throat.