"It looks like you won't be dancing for a while, on my corpse or anything else." Knowing she could do no more harm, he withdrew, giving her the space she needed. He'd accomplished his goal; she was defeated, but still alive. He listened passively to her threats, finding them unsurprising.
"Until we meet again, then, Bellona. But I warn you...your fight is with me. LEAVE MY PEOPLE ALONE!" That last was shouted out as she disappeared from sight. He could only imagine what form her revenge would take.
Tyr took a moment to catch his breath, looking around at the red battlefield around him. The Greek had been right, the war was over, but he saw that the moment he arrived.
He knew his people. This would only fuel them. They would take what they had learned and the few survivors would join other tribes, sharing their tales of the warriors from the south. The Romans and the Northern tribes would meet again. It might be prudent to speak to his father before those swords clashed. Odin's aid might well prevent another slaughter like this one.
That was for later. Now, his duty was to help where he could. Perhaps there were a few women and children left that he could lead to safety. With hope, he went to see what could be salvaged from this dibocal.