187 CLXXXVII. Turid (1/2)

”You'd have better kill me! The next time we see each other, I'll kill you!” exclaimed Arvid, who because of the burning could not touch his face, scorched and bloodied.

”Go, run! Before I change my mind! Run!” shouted Dag, scaring his enemy, who after those words began to move away slowly, limping and leaving a trail of blood on the ground behind him, looking at the corpses of his allies out of the corner of his eye.

Within minutes, he reached one of the gates in the walls and left the city.

Dag waved the Giantbane, whose blade returned to normal temperature and placed it back on the belt.

Relaxing, his muscles and skin also returned to normal.

”Sister... are you okay?” he asked, turning to Gridd, who was looking at him open-mouthed.

”I... I... yes. I'm fine” she said, still upset by what she had just seen.

”Don't look at your brother like that, Gridd. Every Warchief worthy of being called by that name must be able to intimidate his enemies. I congratulate you again, Dag. Now I'm sure you're the warrior we all needed” said Taya, who had just regained consciousness as Karl treated the wounds behind her back.

”After what happened today, we are confident that the Fangs of Jormungandr will not be our allies. Or rather, not for now. Maybe when the Iron Alliance will grow and their numerical inferiority will get heavier, they'll re-evaluate their choices” continued Dag, who approached Gridd and before she could speak, hugged her tightly.

”I feared for you, sister. That warrior was very strong and I thought I was wrong not to have intervened before”.

Gridd merely listened to those words, reciprocating Dag's embrace.

Within minutes, both Reidar and Taya were standing on their feet.

”Let's go to Fort Skjonnet. I'm ordering our soldiers to take the bodies off the street. They're not a good show” Taya said, walking slowly, refusing any help from others.

As they walked, the same crowd that just populated the Golden Chariot Square was on the street and saw their heroes wounded and sore.

”Master Taya! What happened? Are you hurt?” asked one woman, rushing to her aid.

”Don't be afraid... I'm fine. We're all fine!” she replied, loudly to the crowd.

”Dag has been Warchief for just over an hour, yet he has already proved to be worthy of this title, defeating one of the Fangs Of Jormungandr Masters, which set us a trap, infiltrating Hevnen with his men! As we told you, from today you will all be safe!” she continued, limping.

”What?! One of their Masters?”

”How is it possible, how did they manage to enter Hevnen?!”

”What does that matter? Thanks to Dag and our Masters we are safe!”