439 CDXXXIX. Trako (1/2)

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”Look at that! Looks like Dag's about to fight the two Jotunns! What are they doing?” Gridd asked, trying to understand the meaning of that confrontation.

”I think it's a test match, useful to show Kranus his level of strength. They're all too quiet, they definitely have a deal” Freydis said, who had intended what was about to happen.

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Dag pulled out both of his weapons, detaching them from their magnets and making them twirl between his hands, nimbly.

The two Jotunns got off their rhinos, who remained obediently stationary, being perfectly trained despite their appearance and their bulk.

The smaller Jotunn, just over two meters tall, pulled a large spear from his back, with the blade almost as wide as an axe.

Trako, on the other hand, slipped two spiked maces from his belt, much smaller than his ally's spear, suggesting to Dag that his fighting style was centered on fast attacks combos.

He was much bigger than his companion, exceeding almost 2 and a half meters in height: his muscles, unlike those of the other Jotunns faced in the past, were defined and hard, certainly the result of hard training and many battles fought.

Huge scars crossed his chest, reaching up to his shoulders and legs, and one of the tusks sticking out of his lower jaw was broken in half, with a metal ring embedded on it.

Kranus looked at the way Dag held his weapons and positioned his body and realized that he was not an amateur.

He walked slightly backwards, preparing to witness the fight when Dag looked at him, waiting for him to kick-start.

Before Kranus ordered his warriors to attack, blue sparks began to leak from Magni's hammer, which became drenched in electricity, surrounding his stone head with a flickering aura.

Dag's right eye, as soon as he awakened his dormant dark powers, flashed like a light bulb, while his gaze was still fixed on the mage.

”You can start!” Kranus exclaimed, raising and lowering one hand and kicking off the test.

”Grrraaaargh!” the smaller Jotunn yelled, opening his arms, hardening his chest muscles and charging toward his target without thinking.

Dag, intent on beating him without using his powers, waited for the last moment before the enemy hit him to lower himself, dodge the blow and move sideways to the giant.