[Funkduder]

Night nearly had to bear-crawl at times while he weaved through the chaos looking for his weapon. Left; no hammer. Right; no hammer- and then he saw another nameless warrior try to pick it up. He was scrawny and looked more fit to hold a bow and arrow than a war-hammer. He was glad that he was already running towards him, because other-wise, that one would have surely been beheaded while trying to pick up the weapon. He went from jog to full-sprint and slid as he snatched the hammer from the scrawny kid.
"The battle is not kind to those without haste," he told him. From the corner of his eyes, however, he knew he may have to heed his own advice as he instinctively raised his shield to the bloody hurricane.

((and the bloody hurricane would be you, DFL, whether as a kenning or a literal hurricane, you may decide))