342 CCCXLII. The Rough Manners (1/2)
Just then, Kjell, with his usual cryptic and mysterious way of doing, unfurled his two chains and approached them, who as soon as they saw him arrive stopped.
”In that way, you won't be able to kill a Jotunn in a million years! Come on, try me, I'll show you!” he yelled angrily at them, making them tremble like frightened rabbits.
”Master Kjell... but if we hit you, you'd risk getting hurt... these are not fake weapons, we're using...”
”I said hit me! It's an order! If you can't comply with an order, you're not worthy to fight alongside your Masters!” he yelled again, looking them in the eye one by one.
The five warriors surrounded him as they had done with the dummy, two forwards and three behind, ready to strike him as soon as he lowered his guard.
”I'm not as tall as a giant, but with the chains, I'll simulate his own attack range: ”Kjell said, shortening the chains and making them the same length as the arms of the training dummy.
Before he could say anything else, he attacked the two warriors in front of him, who luckily managed to raise their shields in time and parry the blow, which made them retreat slightly.
As soon as the other three realized the free moment, they simultaneously tried to attack Kjell, who remained stationary until the last second, before making a twist on himself: swirling the two chains, he struck the weapons of the three warriors, disarming and rejecting them.
Simulating the giants' slow movements, he turned back to those with the shield and hit them with a predictable but loaded blow.
Only one of the two chains impacted the surface of both shields, which made a loud noise.
The two soldiers fell to the ground, not able to retain all that power.
Turning for the third time, while the three warriors behind him were lowered in the hope of picking up the weapons, Kjell hit one with an elbow, and two more with a kick, knocking everyone to the ground.
”Dead, dead, dead, dead... and dead” he said, pointing one at a time to all the warriors who had been knocked out in a few moves, with a tone of disappointed and superior voice.
The five soldiers slowly rose, having suffered a humiliating defeat by their Master, who had beaten them with ease.
”As you can see... you don't need mere tactics if you are not able to apply it in reality! When in Krypstorm you will fight for your life, to stay alive! What will you do if we Masters will be not there, ready to save you? What if we need your help? All the years you've spent training, all the wins, all the defeats... your time has come! You must be strong! Determination alone is not enough!” Kjell continued, opening his arms to the crowd of astonished warriors in front of him.