53 LIII. The Staff (1/2)

The boar that Dag had just killed, slowly resumed the appearance of a human being, whose body remained lifeless on the ground.

The other wild boar, slightly larger than the first, charged Dag.

He dodged the blow.

The boar turned again towards him, trying to hit him a second time.

With the sword, Dag deflected the beast's tusks, which moved its head down.

Snapping at the sides of the boar, Dag tried to hit it with ”Slam”, the last skill he learned and never tried in combat, whose rune was already engraved on his skin.

With a shoulder bump, Dag hit the beast, which was pushed to the side, tipping over as if it had been hit by a very heavy body.

As the boar tried to get up, Dag faked a sword lunge and jumped on the animal's head to push himself upwards.

With an athletic gesture, after resting his foot, he jumped again: in mid-air, when he had a clear view of the shaman, he violently threw the tomahawk towards him.

As Dag's movement had been really fast, Myr wasn't able to predict the blow and the tomahawk, after spinning in the air for several meters, hit him, sticking in his leg.

Myr uttered a scream of pain and fell to the ground after the blow. When he lowered his hand to detach the weapon lodged in his thigh, the boar lost its strength and also sank to the ground, returning to its original form as a human being.

”You son of a bitch!” said Myr in pain.

As soon as he pulled the tomahawk out of his thigh, he screamed and his leg began to bleed profusely: the wound was very deep.

Dag walked slowly toward him.

”What do the Xis want from me?! Speak!” he shouted at Myr.

The shaman began to giggle maniacally.

”Just don't you understand your inferiority, boy? We're not allowed to know anything. We wretched human beings cannot comprehend the great plans of our Gods. We just have to obey, without objection” Myr replied.

Dag stopped in front of him, who was still on the ground and touched the wound on his leg.

He wielded the short sword in his right hand.

”I won't tell you again. Tell me why the Xis ordered to catch me!” yelled Dag.

”Because of your power, fool! There's something about you... something different from every other warrior on this planet. I didn't have enough time to study the chemical properties of the blood sample I took from your arm... how can I know anything else?!” Myr answered aloud.

As the shaman spoke, Dag noticed that as he clutched the wound with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand moved strangely, as if he was writing something invisible.

”But where is his staff?” thought Dag, realizing that the shaman did not have his rod with him.

Just then, something hit Dag in the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground.

Although the blow was strong, Dag managed to turn around and look behind him. It was Myr's wooden staff that hit him!

The rod was firm in the air, right in front of him.

With that hand gesture, Myr was controlling it.

When the staff tried again to hit Dag, he blocked it with his hand.

Myr's strength that controlled the object was weakened due to the injury, and Dag with a stroke of the knee, broke the staff in two, and then threw it at Myr's feet.