As you try to cut off Lar's arm, he slices away at your outstretched left arm. To give you a more certain death, as you drop your sword to show you have no arms left, Lars hits you in the head. YOU ARE DEAD.
As you pick up your sword and shield to go back to camp, Lars walks away laughing hysterically. Insane and a bad sport, you begin to wonder if you should fight him ever again. His brother Bors laughs along with him as the two birds go to their area of the camp.
Well into the night, you hear the hoots and taunts from the penguin area of the campsite. They howl in happiness that yet another human was beat by one of their fighters. Never in your life has a good night's sleep been so hard to accomplish.
Tomorrow is another day...