Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 233: CCXXXIII. Roar

The beast-man laid a hoof on the ground and made strength on his knees, rising to his feet.

"Fuck! I can't keep it! Graagh!" thought Dag, who could not prevent his enemy from rising from the ground.

Roar grabbed the fluid on his neck and with a determined gesture, tore it away, smashing it into a thousand pieces, which squirted in front of him, regrouping and entering again into Dag's body, which absorbed it like a sponge.

"What?! Was he able to get the dark liquid out of his body?!" thought Gridd aloud, pulling the swords from behind her back, ready to intervene.

Soon after, the enemy also grabbed the other dark arm, clutching the blade in his hands and pulling it out slowly, making a show of force with Dag, who could not counter it.

"Sandre! You've softened up! You've been reduced like that by a kid who plays to be a great hero! Hahah!" chuckled Roar, while the tip of Dag's dark blade was also pulled from his shoulder, which continued to leak liters of blood.

As his enemy turned his gaze to Sandre, who was about to bleed to death, Dag took advantage of his moments of distraction: he turned the solidified part of the fluid into gas, and Roar, who was giving a lot of strength to it, was unbalanced forward.

Dag screamed and waved the Giantbane towards him, hitting his leg.

"Aaagh!" 

The goat man uttered a verse very similar to a harrowing bleating. 

The red-hot blade of the divine axe, despite its incredible cutting power, became stuck in the beast's quadriceps, surprising Dag, who was convinced he could cut it with a single blow.

"Enough! Stop bothering me with your toys!" he yelled again, hitting Dag with a violent headbutt on his forehead.

Roar's head was rock-hard and his horns strengthened the top of his forehead, making it comparable to the head of a hammer.

The blow was so strong that Dag fell back to the ground, stunned.

Continuing to complain, the beast-man detached the Giantbane from his leg and threw it into the mud, touching the wound, which within seconds filled with blisters, that made the pain incredibly acute. 

He tried to take a step, but the injured leg could not withstand the weight of his body and bent, forcing him to rest a hand and knee on the ground.

"Tell me where she is and I will spare your life" Dag exclaimed, as more liquid gushed out of his back, lifting him off the ground and bringing him back upright.

"Graaagh! Archers! Do something!" he yelled, violently slamming his fists on the ground in anger, causing it to tremble.

Nothing happened, the roofs of the huts remained closed.

Dag walked to the Giantbane and picked it up from the ground, while its scorching blades burned the mud and soil remnants that soiled his blade.

"Hahah... you just don't understand... this is how it ends for you...!" replied Roar, as the wound on his leg continued to burn his flesh, preventing him from getting up.

"Dag! Over there, on the top of the building!" shouted Gridd, pointing her finger upwards and drawing the attention of Dag, who turned in that direction. 

On a kind of terrace at the top of the stone palace, a barely visible man held a woman's arm, his wrists tied behind her back.

The clouds that crowded the sky moved, making room for the moon and other planets, which illuminated the scene, allowing the two figures to be distinguished.

As soon as he could see better, Dag squint, in disbelief at what he was looking at. 

The man had dark, long hair, joined in the middle of his head in a braid, and shaved to the sides, on which there were numerous head-tattoos.

The blade of a huge double-headed axe hung just above his feet and almost touched the floor as its long rod sprang from behind his shoulders.

Next to him, a girl stood still and looked Dag straight in the eye.

She was wearing light armor, with a light leather jacket and tight leather trousers.

The long red hair was loose and swayed due to the wind, which as soon as it stopped raining, moved the clouds into the sky.

"Freydis..." whispered Dag, with tears in his eyes.

It was her, for real, Freydis was before his eyes, safe and sound.

Bitter tears began to flow on both of their faces, tears of joy and pain because they had finally managed to meet again, but in very bad circumstances, while he risked her life and she too, being a prisoner of evil men and with shady purposes.

"Dag! Daag!" she yelled, incredulous that she could watch the boy she was in love with once again, after months of not having heard of him.

Dag began to walk in that direction, ignoring the enemy still on the ground behind him, who was stopping fighting, as the wound continued to expand and cause him severe pain.

"I'm sincerely impressed! I didn't think I would find my Masters teammates in this state... Roar, even you..." exclaimed the man, with a mocking smile drawn on his face.

The beast-man looked down, suffering and embarrassed, after being beaten by his opponent.

"Listen to me, I have no reason to keep fighting against your Clan! I'm just defending myself, as you know, a trap was set for me. I'm just here for her, hand her over and we'll leave, without causing any more damage and spilling any more blood" Dag exclaimed, trying to get a diplomatic result, before continuing to fight, even though the man on the terrace did not seem inclined to discuss peacefully.

"Hahaha! Wow, your man is such a brave guy! Did you expect that?! Hahaha!" he chuckled, looking at Freydis, who turned her face to the other side, intimidated, while Dag, witnessing the scene, began to growl like a bloodthirsty beast and clasped his two weapons in his hands.