573 DLXXIII. From Father To Son (1/2)

Ready to give Hakon the final strike, Dag squeezed the Giantbane in his hands, but just as he was about to snap at him, the real Hakon's face sprang next to his own.

”I never underestimate anyone, that's why I'm Skjold's strongest warrior!” his deep voice exclaimed, speaking directly into his ear and making Dag sweat cold, who did not believe the man he was attacking was just a copy.

Before he could turn around or move his dark arms away from him, Hakon pulled out the chains he held on his arms and wrapped Dag's right arm, the one with which he held the hammer.

Trying to wriggle out, the young Master paid no attention to the movements of his opponent, who also blocked his left arm.

Soon after making sure that his chains completely prevented Dag's movements, which in those conditions could not respond to any attacks, Hakon jumped and flew over his head, rotating with his legs in the air and dodging the grip of the dark arms, which awkwardly tried to catch him.

”Oh no! He's doing exactly what he did to Brann, but with my arms! Fuck! He's going to tear them off my body!” Dag thought, continuing to sweat cold and remembering that with that same attack, the head of Lies Of Loki had killed his sister Gridd's father.

Aware that, if he'd impose physical resistance, he would only facilitate the task of his enemy, who could leverage and pull off his arms, as soon as Hakon's feet touched the ground behind Dag, he pushed himself backward, making sure that the chains were no longer stretched on his arms.

With that unexpected movement and not calculated by Hakon, his grip on the hammer became weaker and the weapon fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment, Dag managed to pull his hand out of the chain and free that arm, turning again towards Hakon and yanking the other chain wrapped around his left arm.

The enemy did not seem at all amused by what had just happened and, incredulous that Dag had managed to escape his finisher move, he swayed the chain that had just detached from his right arm and wrapped it around his neck, tightening its grip.

”Aaargh!” Dag yelled, choking his words and closing his eyes in pain, as the chain tightened his trachea, attempting to suffocate him.

Trying to open his eyes, never giving in to his fate, the young Master continued to look at Hakon, knowing that if his neck was not wrapped in dark matter, it would probably already have been disintegrated and he would die instantly.

Hakon took two steps back and pulled both chains, shortening the one on the arm that still held the Giantbane tight and forcing Dag to kneel, unable to resist that traction only with his neck.