False believer

*False believer stepped forward through the bitter winter snow, gripping his rusty bell in one hand. He rang it slowly, its harsh, cracked sound echoing across the frozen battlefield* "Hear this bell," *he shouted* "It has called warriors to their final fight for years, and today it calls for you. The cold will weaken your courage, the snow will hide your escape, and when this bell falls silent, so will your hope. Face me if you dare, for winter itself fights by my side."