460 CDLX. Holding His Nerve (1/2)
”Excuse me, can I ask you a favor?” Dag asked, approaching the wooden closet and looking up.
”Mh? What? Are you talking to me?” the man asked.
”Yes, I'm talking to you. If you really want to make things faster, can you help me pull this chest down? I can't do it alone, and my girlfriend isn't tall enough to help me. There are some important things I can't leave here” Dag continued, always looking in the same spot, inside a kind of closet that almost touched the room's roof.
The soldier was hesitant for a moment and began to look around, trying to understand how far his colleagues were when Dag drew his attention again.
”Come on, hurry up! It's only going to take a minute, then we're going to get out of this place together. Look we are allies, we also fight for the King, don't forget it” Dag replied, who, with his usual way of doing, convinced the man to help him.
When the soldier walked through the door, he approached the closet, stopping next to Dag.
”Do you see that leather trunk? That's exactly what I need. We have to pull it together to drop it down, but gently... it's very fragile” he said again, reciting his part perfectly and making Freydis think it was all staged.
She, who was not very capable of pretending, walked away from the two men, stepping aside, until Dag looked at her and winked at her, while the soldier, with his hands resting on his hips, looked at the trunk located on the last shelf of that closet, devising a way to extract it.
Freydis, who was at the game, immediately understood Dag's signal and tiptoed, approached the front door of the room.
”Put a foot up here with me... let's both cling to that leather handle and pull it hard... are you ready?” Dag asked the soldier, who nodded, displaying the object to grab.
”Well! So, one... two... and three!”
An instant before the 'three', Freydis gently closed the door, thus preventing the noises from the room from dispersing into the rest of the building and Dag, instead of climbing up with the soldier, waited for him to climb up and when he put his foot on the lower part of the furniture, lifting the body from the ground, the young Master pulled the axe with one hand and grabbed the back of the man's armor with the other, pulling him down and dropping him backward.
As if he was a real thief, he dropped the soldier on him, preventing his body from touching the ground, and cut his throat with the blade of the axe.
Soon after, the hand that was before on the armor, strongly grabbed the soldier's face, blocking his mouth and preventing him from screaming, while a river of blood gushed from his throat, squirting on his entire body and the floor below.
”Mmmh! Mmmhh!”
The warrior tried to free himself, but Dag's grip was too strong and the blood loss reduced him in a few seconds to exhaustion.