"Hihihi! I'm having a lot of fun!" the Lies Of Loki general continued, showing off his power and using his opponent's body as if he was a lifeless rag doll.
"Bloodfang is stuck and he can't move to hold those huge stone hands in place! I have to act right now! But how... what should I do? Who should I attack first?!" Dag continued to think, looking around and trying to figure out which was the best choice at his disposal.
A mont before deciding to attack the faceless warrior first, Dag looked at the Giantbane on the floor, noting that its divine power was still active and its blades glowed with a bright red light.
"... touching a source of heat and focusing on breathing, the warrior will have to expel a considerable amount of air from his lungs, in order to increase his body temperature... but... what the... why am I thinking of the words written on the scroll?!" Dag thought again, in the mind of which suddenly ca back the words of the ability of the Claws Of Fenrir carefully translated by Freydis.
It was as if dark power had joined his personality and in addition to giving him physical support, as usual, it also increased his reasoning ability by extracting targeted information from the archives of the corners of his mory.
"One of the main prerequisites for activating that skill was the shapeshifting... only a warrior capable of turning into a wolf could learn and use such a skill, which is the sa one Bloodfang uses all the ti. No, Dag! Don't be stupid! I can't risk sothing like that, I'm sure it wouldn't work! I will grab my weapons without being discovered and wait for the right mont to launch an attack!" the young Master continued, shaking his head and considering the idea that had just co up to his mind as a re waste of ti.
*boom*
A loud noise from the two fighters distracted him from his thoughts: Bloodfang had just been hit by a violent punch from a third hand that had popped off the floor.
With a twist of one of the two hands that he had rested on the ground, the Keeper had been able to simultaneously summon three stone hands and, judging by his perennial quiet and amused expression, he had not yet reached the maximum expression of his power.
"Oh, shit! Bloodfang is having a rough ti! At this rate, he can risk dying! He didn't expect to face such a strong enemy either, I'm sure!" Dag thought, witnessing the scene and realizing that his ally was in great trouble.
While other thoughts made their way into his mind, the young Master, as he used to do in the most difficult monts, rose from the ground, standing still in the sa position and closed his eyes, regardless of the fact that, the enemy, if he wished, could exploit his state of montary vulnerability.
After closing his eyes, Dag saw a rapid succession of images, most of which depicted happy monts of his childhood, passed in the company of his siblings and parents.
Soon after, just as he began to feel a sense of comfort on his skin, generated by the sight of his mother Asa, the ugliest mory of his life prevailed over the others and ca the mont when the three warriors of the Lies Of Loki and their leader nad Alf attacked the farmhouse in search of the Red Executioner, Brann's weapon.
Dag's real expression changed drastically and he had goosebumps on his arms.
"Hey you, piece of shit! Leave my wife and my son alone!"
"No, Stein! No! Go away, step back!"
The screams of the man who had raised him in love and respect, to the point of making him feel at ho, preceded those of despair of his mother, who despite her great fighting skills, already knew that she would not be able to intervene in ti.
Dag, as if the whole thing was happening before his eyes at that mont, saw himself and his father, who after his last run and clumsy attempt to strike the Lies Of Loki warrior from behind, was brutally killed, with a quick movent that broke his neck.
*crack*
"Noooo!"
Asa's screams echoed in the young Hamrs Of Thor Master's mind, while from his back a bundle of dark matter began to climb along his shoulders and then along his arms, absorbing them totally and proceeding on his neck and chest, enhancing all his body muscles.
"aargh... rr..."
The young Dag of the mory could not even scream as he saw Stein's knees resting on the fresh grass surrounding the farm, while his lumberjack hatchet had fallen a few ters before.
With his red hair moving in the warm air of that morning and his gaze facing the sky as if that big-hearted man was waiting for the mont when the Valkyries would lift his mortal soul and made it eternal by transporting it to Valhalla, Stein fell asleep forever, amid the screams of his family mbers.
"Aaahhh..."
Dag imdiately exhaled all the air in his lungs, until he lost his breath and caught the attention of the two warriors who were continuing to fight independently, without considering his presence to be an important detail, believing that he had died after Bloodfang's fatal blow.
When the last molecule of carbon dioxide was expelled from Dag's body, he remained in freediving for just over two seconds, causing his body to overheat.
As if to his needs, albeit slightly, his body instantly increased the internal and external temperature and the dark power began to emit the usual grayish gas.
"Uh?! It seems that you couldn't even kill a poor kid! What incompetence!" the Keeper exclaid, who ordered both hands to tighten Bloodfang's neck, which was about to lose consciousness, failing to free himself from the grip, also having his ankle stuck on the ground.
Dag, not paying attention to his enemy's words and continuing to focus on his own breath, jumped in the direction of the Giantbane and closed his eyes even tighter, and, knowing that what he was about to do would cause him great pain, he put the palm of his right hand on the blade of the axe.
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