277 CCLXXVII. The Baby Deer (1/2)

Before Kjell or the others could intervene, Dag bent over his knees and took a forward dash, alternating rapid movements of arms and legs, which moving like those of a feline, allowed him to run almost twice the speed, taking advantage of all four limbs.

Under the astonished gaze of his allies, this time he did not attack any of them, merely looking at them and running away.

Within seconds, he arrived near the walls of the arena, precisely where they had been partially destroyed and passed through, disappearing at the sight of his companions.

Once out of the Altar of the Raven's Square, he jumped onto the roof of a nearby house, clinging to the tiles and straw and kept on running on all fours until he reached the foot of the huge Skjegg's rocky walls.

Without stopping for a moment and trying not to be noticed by the people, he jumped towards the rocks of the mountain and clung to it, releasing a considerable amount of dark fluid, which took the usual arms-shape.

Helping himself with both of them, Dag began to climb above the Rocky Crown, intending to flee the city.

As the huge dark arms penetrated the rock and lifted their master, his allies, still stationary in the center of the arena, were able to see him clearly.

”Dag...” Gridd whispered, while under Karl's careful hands, Freydis's face began to resume its good complexion.

Reidar, beside them, looked toward the mountains, feeling deeply sorry, as if at that moment, he was sharing the pain that Dag was feeling, forced to move away from them so as not to risk losing control altogether.

In less than a minute he reached the top of the walls, arousing the gaze of some attentive citizen, which did not miss that 'unidentified' object capable of climbing a mountain that should have been unscalable.

A group of Crows Of Odin warriors was chatting about the most and least when one of Dag's dark arms reached the road that ran through the circumference of the Rocky Crown, piercing the ground and dragging him up.

The young warriors wielded their weapons in haste and fury, caught off guard.

When they saw Dag's face, with black skin and red runic symbols, they stopped looking at him, unable to move.

He gave them a look, which made them shudder further when they noticed that his eyes were different one from the other and seemed to express pure darkness.

Fortunately for them, although in the final minutes before Skjegg's escape Dag's primal instinct had taken over his consciousness, he merely overcame the great wall that separated him from the rest of Runar.

Moving like a giant spider, using his huge, fluid arms, Dag climbed also the long beam gate of which the outer surface of the Rocky Crown was surrounded.

The few warriors on the walls let him do it, in disbelief at what they were observing, while in the arena his companions wondered perplexed where Dag was heading, worrying about him.