480 CDLXXX. The Broken Arm (1/2)
Gunnar made an astonished face and continued to approach him, slowly, knowing that he was in no hurry and already thinking of his victory.
”After the sixth blow you managed to stand up with your own strength... not bad, I must admit. But my skill will continue to take effect as long as I want, weakening your body continuously. Give up and avoid being ridiculed... this duel already has a winner” the Jotunn said, stopping in front of Dag and looking down on him with a malevolent expression.
Soon after, he lowered himself towards him and grabbed him by the blond hair, raising him to his feet.
With one of his huge hands, he shook his head and threw him across the arena, causing him to crawl to the ground as if he was a puppet.
”What the heck are you doing, boy? Come on, unleash your dark power!” Kranus thought, watching the fight closely and knowing that Dag was not working hard as the crowd of warriors continued to cheer and encourage Gunnar.
”Now enough, it seems to fight against a training dummy! Commander! Here's your mighty warrior! The warrior who will help us defeat the Claws Of Fenrir and who will fulfill the prophecy! There he is, in all his power!” the giant yelled, looking at his commander and opening his arms towards him, leaving his double-headed axe on the ground and calling himself the winner.
When he noticed the impassiveness in Kranus's expression, who had no intention of declaring the duel over, Gunnar approached Dag again with an evil expression painted on his face.
He moved his body to one side with one foot and Dag, who had been left for a few minutes with his face on the ground, found himself belly up.
Both of his weapons fell out of his hands, and Gunnar did not hesitate to grab the Giantbane and lift it, looking at it with some interest.
”All this mess for this little toy, Kranus? I didn't think you'd prioritize this nonsense!” Gunnar shouted again, dropping the Giantbane to the ground under the tearful eyes of Freydis, who, trying to keep Thalos calm, continued to hope for a comeback by Dag, increasingly damaged by his opponent's constant attacks.
”Don't you dare... touch my axe again...” the young Master whispered, with a thread of a voice.
”Uhm? What did you say?! Are you still talking?!” the giant answered, approaching Dag again and leaning down towards him, pointing the hole he had instead of his ear towards his mouth, to hear his last words.
”Your filthy hands... they are not worthy...”
Continuing to speak softly, Dag clenched his fists and activated Call Of The Berserkr, unknowingly to his enemy, who mostly listening to the screams of the crowd, failed to notice that the muscles of Dag's arms and chest were swelling and that his veins were pumping three times the blood.
*boom*
A much stronger shockwave than before rumbled inside the arena, generating a gust of wind that lasted a few seconds.
The crowd of soldiers gasped and no one dared to speak, looking at the giant's huge body suspended more than 4 meters high.