373 CCCLXXIII. Brand New Enemies (1/2)
After killing the second enemy, Dag quickly turned to the last remaining enemy, who after getting up, was impaled by the undamaged dark arm, which moved from behind Dag like a scorpion's tail, sharpening its end, sharper than the blade of a spear.
When the third wolf also fell to the ground lifeless, he began to run again towards the other two Masters, realizing that another dozen werewolves were coming to the village, their red eyes shining in the heavy rain and the mud squirts caused by the momentum of the battle.
Kjell and Sander were standing, shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by four enemies, after killing three of them.
”Hey! Heeey!” Dag shouted, drawing the attention of the two wolves closest to him, who naively turned in that direction, with the drool dripping from their ravenous jaws.
Taking advantage of that combat pattern they tried several times during their pre-departure training, Sander placed the lower end of the shield on the ground, wedged it into the terrain, and Kjell used it as a ramp, jumping toward enemies' back.
His chains were shrouded in a bundle of fire as the chain-warrior flew through the air like a phoenix ready to catch its prey.
With a precise blow, crossing his long weapons, Kjell wrapped both of the wolves: when the chains came into contact with their bodies, the air became impregnated with a stink of burnt fur and the two werewolves began to squirm and emit excruciating verses.
Kjell fell with his feet on the ground, his arms outstretched to keep the two targets steady, oblivious to what was about to happen.
Sander, at that very moment, placed the shield in front of his fellow Master's feet, wedging it once again into the ground.
Unable to touch the chains with his hands due to the fire, Kjell used the shield as a lever and slide them over it, pulling them hard backwards.
Trapped in a deadly grip, the two werewolves remained standing, while the two scorching chains burned their flesh and cut them in half, causing an explosion of blood, which spread around them.
Without being intimidated by the scene they had just witnessed, the other two enemies ran towards Kjell and Sander, who were facing the other side, but Dag appeared above their heads, who holding on to his long dark arm had managed to jump over them, ready to watch their backs.
Raising the hammer to the sky, a purple lightning bolt struck its stone head, charging it with static energy, which was released as soon as the weapon hit the ground.
The blast caused a violent explosion, followed by a shockwave, which broke the rock and caused a tremor, similar to that of an earthquake, making the two wolves and the two Masters fall to the ground behind Dag.
On his shoulders, the dark arm that had just been snatched in half slowly regenerated, with the gray gas that enveloped the missing parts and condensed, forming other black fluid.
”Go to the houses at the bottom of the village! Gridd and the others need your help!” he yelled to his two colleagues, never looking away from enemies ahead of him.
Kjell and Sander, after a few seconds of hesitation, obeyed their Warchief's orders and ran to Gridd, Freydis, and all the other soldiers, working to fight other wolves who had reached them in herds.