94 Vol 2. pt. 31 Patch 6.0: The Second Round (2/2)
Part of Fenrir feels bad when he sees Nell's teary eyes and her hands over her mouth, but he realizes something. She's not crying because she's sad nor disappointed. If anything, that look in her eyes – she looks happy and proud.
Ull notices how she's looking at him as well. ”So, this is the kind of man that it took to bring out your pride?” Ull asks her.
”A man far better than you,” Nell answers.
”Don't get me wrong,” Fenrir says, ”I'm going to save you, Nell. I'm just going to do it without putting anybody else I care about at risk. I know how this works. If I agree to this deal while Serra and Cass are consenting to it, that would essentially allow you,” he looks at Ull, ”to do whatever you want to them – to all of us. Traumatic content can be enabled for case-to-case occasions like this, right? If we consent to it, having traumatic content disabled isn't going to do anything for us. If we make a formal deal saying you will own us, then you'll own us and be allowed to do anything with us.” He looks back at Serra and Cassiel. ”That's not something I would ever risk for either of you,” he tells them.
”You're clever for a wolf, Fenrir,” Ull says.
”So I've heard.”
”And if I were to send Nehalennia on a ship back to Valhalla, protected by a fleet of twenty ships, right this instant?”
”You said it yourself. I can pull off what nobody else has.”
”And,” Ull's voice sounds deeper now – no, Fenrir recognizes the tone in his voice as frustrated anger, ”if I kill you here for telling me to my face that you wish to defiantly act against me? There is nothing stopping me from slaying you where you stand without so much as even drawing my bow. Then I could just chain your pets and keep them with the rest of mine.”
Fenrir looks up. ”I don't doubt that you would've done it already if there was nothing really stopping you.”
Ull doesn't have to look up to grimace at Fenrir's realization. ”Get him off my ship,” Ull demands.
”Alright, come on,” Ull's guard says, grabbing Fenrir by his shoulder to lead him off the ship.
However, before Fenrir can be taken away, he has one last thing to announce. ”Hope you're looking forward to Ragnarök, Ull. I'm sure Jörmungandr will release its tail soon.”
Fenrir only catches a quick glimpse at Ull's face that has been twisted from annoyance before the guard pushes him down the stairs of the ship.
When Fenrir, Serra, and Cassiel are back on the pier, the two girls wrap their arms around him a tight hug.
”H-hey, what's gotten into you two?” he asks them.
”You know what you did, you bastard,” Cassiel mumbles against him.
”You were really cool and defended us,” Serra explains.
”Just doing my job as a boyfriend,” Fenrir says, petting each girl's head.
”Fen. Why couldn't he kill you?”
He gently pushes the girls off of him to point up at the sky where a single owl is circling above them.
”You could say that we've got a guardian angel – well, maybe a guardian witch, watching over us. Alright, come on. We've got a tournament to go win,” Fenrir says.
”How are we going to save Nell, though?” Cassiel asks.
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”When Jörmungandr releases its tail and when Fenrir breaks out from its binds, Ragnarök begins.”
”Quit the Norse roleplaying and just explain it like a normal person.”
”Oh. I have no idea yet, but I'm sure I'll come up with something.”
”Go back to your Norse roleplaying, you dog bastard,” Cassiel says with her face in her palm.
”Fen will think of something. He's the hero,” Serra says.
”See? Somebody has faith in me,” Fenrir says while sneaking a finger closer and closer to Cassiel's side.
Unfortunately, Cassiel notices the approaching finger, grabs onto it, and starts bending it far enough backward that only having fifty percent of pain enabled does little to stop the pain.
”You're lucky I love you,” Cassiel grumbles.
”Luckiest in the world,” Fenrir says.
”Wha—” Cassiel's cheeks turn bright red. ”What's gotten into you?”
”I'm in a good mood. Got to spend the night with my girlfriends and got to see a crack in that bastard's armor. He hates me. I thrive off of hate from pricks like that.”
”Fen is the coolest,” Serra says, clinging to his arm as they walk.
”You've got that right,” he agrees.
”He's also the cockiest,” Cassiel says, holding his other hand.
”You've got that right.”