As Dag approached Wolnir and tried to stop him, one of his warriors kicked him.
Dag couldn't see anything.
Around Wolnir the air was overheated: in front of him, the green flames had dug a groove into the ground, burning everything.
"Stop!" shouted Dag toward Wolnir, who continued to spit flames, ignoring him.
Three warriors approached Dag, ready to kill him to protect their Master.
Dag grabbed the hammer and walked a few feet away from the heat source.
Two tried to hit him, but he dodged one shot and pared the other, hitting both enemies in succession with the hammer.
The third, who had kept his distance, stretched out his bow, ready to shoot an arrow to Dag.
One of the two he had hit earlier grabbed Dag by the ankle but he lifted him off the ground, using him as a shield for the arrow, which hit him behind his back.
Soon after, Dag left his enemy on the ground and ran to the archer, who did not have time to load another arrow before being hammered in the head.
After beating his opponents, Dag looked toward Dargeon and his teammates.
The huge metal wall created by his Master Of Defense was beginning to melt on the sides.
"Hey you! Wolnir! I have something much more interesting than this Temple!" shouted Dag, trying to overcome the sound of flames with his voice.
Wolnir turned his gaze slightly towards him.
Dag pulled the pendant out of his pocket and raised his arm upwards.
"Do you know what is this?" he continued.
Wolnir suddenly stopped his attack.
"It's... It's not possible" he said, in a voice similar to the roar of the reptilians.
"This pendant is the n°10 emblem. It belongs to me" Dag said, showing the necklace to his opponent.
Slowly, Dargeon and some warriors faced off on one side of the barrier to observe the scene.
"How. How did you get it?!" exclaimed Wolnir, as his voice returned to normal.
"Don't you know how it works? To get an emblem, you have to defeat the one who owns it" Dag said.
"And I did so. Do you want it? Come and get it" he continued.
Dag had managed to distract his enemy, giving his allies a chance to save themselves.
Wolnir began to hold his breath again, loading the blow.
His lungs swelled: he was about to spit fire again.
From the hammer began to flow the black liquid, which slipped on Dag's arm.
Before Wolnir spit fire from his mouth, Dag threw the hammer at him: the weapon left behind a trail of black fluid linked to Dag's arm.
After hitting Wolnir in the chest, the enemy stopped, taking damage. Dag pulled his arm back and the hammer came back towards him at great speed, dragged by the liquid, which had remarkable elastic properties.
He took the pendant and put it back in his pocket.
Soon after, he charged towards Wolnir, who had not yet recovered from the blow and hit him again with the hammer, first on the chest and then on one leg, causing his enemy to retreat.
Call Of The Berserkr was still active, its duration had increased.
Dag and the Clan warriors were watching the fight, impressed by Dag's abilities.
When Dag tried to hit him again, Wolnir dodged the blow and countered with a punch in the face.
Dag spat blood.
Before Dag was able to turn to him, Wolnir pulled a small sharp dagger from his belt and stuck it in his shoulder.
Dag felt excruciating pain. It didn't look like the pain of a simple cutting wound.
He hit Wolnir with a knee in his stomach, causing him to back off and pull the knife out of his shoulder.
Wolnir lowered himself slightly on his legs, holding the knife at the top: he had taken a different combat position.
"You were wrong to show me the emblem. Now your teammates can't help you, they can't break the rules!" said Wolnir, confident.
Dag thought he had made the right choice. He had managed to save his friends and turn Wolnir away. He would give his life for his Clan.
" I don't need anyone's help! Bring it on, you idiot!" yelled Dag, taunting his enemy.
"Aaagh! Die!" replied Wolnir, trying to hit Dag with a dagger lunge straight to his heart.
Dag dodged the blow and blocked Wolnir's wrist, hitting him in the face with the hammer, using his other arm.
Immediately after stunning his opponent, with a quick movement, he broke his wrist.
Wolnir screamed in pain and Dag leveraged on his hand, pushing the dagger straight towards one of his eyes, skewering him.
The long-haired black warrior continued to scream when the dagger entered his eye.
Dag kicked him in the chest, knocking him from back to the ground.
Wolnir's face was completely covered in blood, and the dagger tore the inside of his eye at every slight movement.
The wound on Dag's shoulder kept hurting him. Being on his left shoulder, Dag put the hammer in his right hand.
He looked at his weapon intently: in his mind appeared images of the last moments of Magni's life.
A strong feeling of anger began to burn within him, flowing into his veins.
The hammer began to emit sparks, which after a few seconds turned into real blue bolts.
"This is not... this is not possible…" whispered Dargeon, who was still near the steel wall.
The black fluid began to overheat inside the rock of the hammer's head, producing bubbles on its surface.
In contact with the electricity released, the fluid became partly gas, partly joined the lightning bolts, which changed color to a dark purple, almost black.
The hammer was now completely wrapped in dark lightning, traveling at great speed near Dag, violently hitting the ground and carving grooves on it.
Dag turned his head towards the few remaining enemy soldiers, who still hoped for the victory of their commander.