Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

He caught a glimpse of a black shape in the rubble of a small building and immediately associated it with Hakon, recognizing his features and leather armor using his developed view.

As soon as the young Master's feet retouched the ground, he pushed forward and jumped again, but this time in the direction of his opponent.

Leaving a trail that followed his parabolic trajectory, Dag passed the square and landed right next to the place in question. 

Hakon was trapped between the rocks of the house that had just collapsed and one of his legs was stuck under a large boulder, too heavy to be moved from his position and in those conditions.

"Hey! I said It's not over yet! It can't be! This is one of your stupid tricks, you piece of shit! You just want me to believe you've been defeated and then take advantage of my moment of weakness! Get up and fight, you bastard!" Dag yelled again, who was still in the midst of the forces arising from Call of the Berserkr.

The leader of the enemy Clan did not respond, merely moving his arm slightly towards his interlocutor, as if he wanted to cling desperately to him and emit harrowing verses.

Just then, Dag noticed that the leg bone trapped under the rock was broken and had pierced the flesh, coming out of his body as if it was a spike.

"Grrr... get up, I said!" Dag exclaimed, waving the hammer, which charged with electricity and hit the big boulder placed on his leg, destroying it into a thousand pieces.

Hakon again uttered a verse of pain and his eyes slowly ajar as he started to lose consciousness.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up, motherfucker! Get up!" 

Continuing to scream, Dag kept thinking that what Hakon was using was a useful tactic to wait until the effect of Call of the Berserkr was over, however, his broken leg was not a sham: the blood was real, as was the bone that sprang from the flesh. 

After placing both of his weapons back in their position, Dag grabbed Hakon's unconscious body, lifting it by the neck of the armor and resting it on his shoulders, transporting it to the square, so that everyone could see the conditions in which he had managed to reduce the second strongest warrior in the world.

"I'm sure this is just a deception. What I'm carrying is just a clone and soon the real Hakon will pop out somewhere and try to hit me with a surprise attack" he continued in a calm voice and with his purple eyes moving from side to side, trying to find out the real enemy.

"You... you don't understand... don't you?" Hakon whispered from his shoulders, as blood continued to gush from his mouth, ending up on the ground and leaving red spots along the way.

"What should I understand? You challenged me, and now I'm going to show you my true strength. I'm giving my best, but I feel like I can still improve my body. Get out and fight, I won't tell you again... or maybe you'd rather get beaten up by a kid under the eyes of everyone who hates you? Come on, Hakon, I thought you were smarter than that" Dag commented, mocking the dying enemy and believing that that was just a joke to waste his time. 

Once in the square, all the spectators were amazed to see him carrying his enemy on the shoulders.

When his feet touched the geometric center of the circular floor that was just before surrounded by magnificent arcades with arches, Dag threw Hakon's body to the ground, into a pool of blood.

The same blood, during transport, had completely soiled his own armor, which on the right side was all red, up to his legs. 

"My rib cage... mine..." Hakon whispered, failing to keep his eyes open and to finish a complete sentence.

"Your what? Raise your voice, I can't hear you!" Dag yelled, striking him violently with a kick and causing him to crawl on the ground several meters in the direction of the soldiers who were watching them, who remained petrified.

"My rib cage is fractured... and my leg is too... I can't move anymore. Finish me, please" Hakon replied, striving to raise his voice, using all the air contained in his lungs almost entirely filled with blood.

Dag's expression became even more enraged and two dark arms popped up from behind his shoulders, creating new dark matter, despite his body already being fully wrapped in it.

One of those arms grabbed the enemy's throat, which was on the ground face down, and lifted him up, creaking his broken bones and causing him to gasp.

Hakon's verses of grief, despite making that scene even more bloody and unbearable, were like music in Dag's ears, which did nothing but think about how to make his bitter enemy suffer more.

"Really there are no other surprises for me? Where are your copies? What about your weapons? Aren't there any more blades ready to pop out of some hidden spot or pocket of your armor?! Tell me, Hakon weren't you the strongest warrior in the world?!" Dag yelled, with all the energy in his body, crying in anger.

"The real and unique Hakon... it's me... in the flesh!" he answered with a thread of Hakon voice, in the grip of suffering.

Dag turned his gaze for a moment, as his dark arm continued to hold that body without any vital momentum lifted up, hanging like an inanimate mannequin.

Seized by a sudden disappointment, resulting from the fact that his bitter enemy had been wiped out in just two hits, Dag grabbed the Giantbane and, in less than a second, being its power still active, severed the enemy's right arm with its red-hot blades. 

"Aaaargh! Ghh... aaargh!" 

The desperate screams of the Lies Of Loki leader echoed in the square, bouncing off the castle walls and entering the ears of each of the soldiers present, who shuddered for a moment, despite witnessing Dag's victory taking place before their eyes.