Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

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"Look at that! Looks like Dag's about to fight the two Jotunns! What are they doing?" Gridd asked, trying to understand the meaning of that confrontation.

"I think it's a test match, useful to show Kranus his level of strength. They're all too quiet, they definitely have a deal" Freydis said, who had intended what was about to happen. 

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Dag pulled out both of his weapons, detaching them from their magnets and making them twirl between his hands, nimbly. 

The two Jotunns got off their rhinos, who remained obediently stationary, being perfectly trained despite their appearance and their bulk.

The smaller Jotunn, just over two meters tall, pulled a large spear from his back, with the blade almost as wide as an axe. 

Trako, on the other hand, slipped two spiked maces from his belt, much smaller than his ally's spear, suggesting to Dag that his fighting style was centered on fast attacks combos. 

He was much bigger than his companion, exceeding almost 2 and a half meters in height: his muscles, unlike those of the other Jotunns faced in the past, were defined and hard, certainly the result of hard training and many battles fought. 

Huge scars crossed his chest, reaching up to his shoulders and legs, and one of the tusks sticking out of his lower jaw was broken in half, with a metal ring embedded on it. 

Kranus looked at the way Dag held his weapons and positioned his body and realized that he was not an amateur. 

He walked slightly backwards, preparing to witness the fight when Dag looked at him, waiting for him to kick-start. 

Before Kranus ordered his warriors to attack, blue sparks began to leak from Magni's hammer, which became drenched in electricity, surrounding his stone head with a flickering aura.

Dag's right eye, as soon as he awakened his dormant dark powers, flashed like a light bulb, while his gaze was still fixed on the mage. 

"You can start!" Kranus exclaimed, raising and lowering one hand and kicking off the test. 

"Grrraaaargh!" the smaller Jotunn yelled, opening his arms, hardening his chest muscles and charging toward his target without thinking. 

Dag, intent on beating him without using his powers, waited for the last moment before the enemy hit him to lower himself, dodge the blow and move sideways to the giant. 

Waving the spear very slowly and violently hitting the ground, leaving a groove on it, the Jotunn did not have time to turn, that Dag hit him with the Giantbane under his armpit, sharply cutting off his arm. 

"Aaargh! Aaargh!" the giant continued to scream, expressing all the pain he was feeling as rivers of blood splattered from his shoulder, falling over his severed arm, whose hand still held the weapon.

In a panic, he turned on himself, trying to hit Dag with his other arm, but he, moving his torso backward, dodged the blow again and when the giant's face was clearly visible, showing an undefended side, hit him powerfully with the hammer under his chin.

Before impacting on the Jotunn, Magni's hammer accumulated as much electricity as possible and released it into contact, hitting the enemy's body with sparks and static energy and making it vibrate like a leaf.

The blow was so powerful, that his head detached from his neck, emitting a sound similar to an explosion: after flying several meters in the air, it fell back into the snow, leaving a blood-red groove and the mutilated body fell to the ground like a lifeless wooden beam.

"Fuck! That was impressive!" Egill exclaimed, who despite seeing Dag fight several times, was astonished by the way he could easily get rid of any enemy in such a short time.

As he watched Jotunn's body fall, Trako stood still, with a sadistic smile painted on his face.

"Now we gonna have some fun! Finally a worthy opponent! I've never seen anyone capable of killing a Jotunn in just a few seconds!" he chuckled, pointing his gaze at Dag and provoking him.

"I could have been even faster, but having observers, I preferred to make everything more theatrical... bring it on!" he replied, putting himself in a fighting position with the Giantbane burning in front of him and the electric hammer behind.

"Graahahah! I'm coming, brat!" the giant shouted, who unlike the one who had just been defeated, was not wearing any armor at the top and had a belt with a wild boar skull in its center, as well as several tattoos on his muscular legs.

Leaning down, he began to load a leap and the air around him began to circulate swirling, with a circular trajectory. 

"What is he doing? I don't foresee anything good!" Egill told Reidar, fearing that Dag would have a hard time fighting an enemy with such a strong aura.

"Yes, he's strong, I feel it too... but the Captain didn't even use his powers. Look at his eye, Master... he is ready to summon the Dark Matter at any time" the archer said, who was still confident that his captain would emerge victorious from that fight.

Kranus's gaze was impassive, and losing one of his bodyguards did not seem to upset him.

When he had finished loading his legs, Trako took a forward dash: a huge furrow was created behind him, crossing several layers of snow and ground, due to the push by his feet and the run was so fast, that none of those present could see him, not even Dag.

Covering a distance more than 10 meters in less than a second, the giant, with both swords drawn and arms open to the outside, jumped forward and rotated on himself, trying to hit Dag as if his body were a drill made of blades and muscles.

"Fuck! It's fast!" the young Master thought, who avoided dodging the blow, knowing that in that case he would be partially injured due to the large area covered by the arms of the Jotunn, which opened simultaneously exceeding two meters in width.