Sven is following Helga to a place in the forest with enough space for them to train. Something about getting used to drawing out your power. Looking at Helga he wondered how old she is. Sven assumed it would anger her more so he never considered asking. She is carrying nothing, but a bow. It was a large recurve bow, and it had small blades on curves. Sven noticed her armor is slightly exposed in the back. Why would she leave her back exposed to fatal shots? He couldn't understand it, but given her demeanor, he didn't dare to ask. Even though she answered all his questions when they spoke about the world, and what was out there. She did it with an attitude the entire time. She must not like him was all he could think. They had been walking for some time, and finally, there was a large clearing. The trees to the south of the clearing were all leveled out on the ground as if knocked down by a huge storm.
"We will start with hand to hand for now," Helga said.
"So your hands can morph to?" Sven asked.
"No, but don't worry you won't hurt me. Let's get started, and don't hold back. " Helga taunted him as she dropped her bow.
Sven focused on his anger to try, and draw them out. He thought about the man from before who managed to escape. Just like that, his hands changed to claws. He charged her throwing his right hand forward attempting to cut across her face. While he was closing in she smirked and dodged easily. She took advantage of him not bringing his armor and punched him in his diaphragm knocking the wind out of him. She then immediately followed it with an onslaught of punches, and then spun kicking him in the stomach knocking him down.
"Pathetic, I'm not even from a bloodline that excels in physical combat. Lilith told me you fought off 5 hunters, and one of them even being a mage. Yet here you are on the ground so easily. Maybe you need a life or death situation to help you out." Helga said with a grin on her face.
Sven was getting up from the floor pissed from not being able to do a thing, but get hit. Helga opened her mouth, and a sound wave shot into his chest. He was launched back into a tree and could feel his back break on impact. He was healing, but the pain was still tough to bear. Sven was stunned he wasn't expecting that.
'What was that?'
Helga opened her mouth again, and Sven jumped to the side quickly expecting another blast. However, that's not what happened. She began singing, and it was the most beautiful voice Sven had ever heard. While she did this he could feel shockwaves coming from the sound of her voice. At first, they were light, but he could feel them growing. He charged her trying to stop whatever she was doing. After a few feet, the waves have become so powerful it was unbearable. His entire body was in pain, and all he could do was drop to his knees. He quickly tried to cover his ears, but he could still feel the song vibrating through his body. It was like his organs were being crushed. His bones felt like a pane of glass that was continually shattering due to his healing. He could feel blood dripping down his eyes and ears. He could feel his consciousness fading due to the pain. An image came to mind, and it was his father's head exploding. Thinking of his fate, and thinking it would be his too.
He became enraged as his heart began thumping loudly again. Enduring the pain was now easier. Slowly standing up, and walking forward. With each step, he could move easier. Helga couldn't believe what she was seeing and intensified the blast. However, it only managed to slide him back a little. Sven clenched his teeth and pushed forward as fast as he could. He returned the favor of the kick he received earlier. The sheer force of the impact created a shockwave. She flew back crashing into a tree destroying it on impact. Helga's armor was dented in from the blow. She coughed blood, and couldn't believe he dented the armor.
"Your gonna pay for that." She said as she wiped the blood from her mouth.
"You told me not to hold back," Sven replied with a smirk on his face
Sven wasn't a fan of Helga. She was very rude to him. He was aware women were capable warrior, and to hold back isn't respecting them as a warrior. He recalled his father mentioning how fearful his mother use to be when he had met her long ago in battle. This was payback for all the damage she did to him. His body was still healing from the damage of her attacks.
Helga got up and had a serious look in her eyes. She was clearly angry at his taunt. Already reluctant to train him to start with, and now she was being mocked. How could she not feel anger? She was going to get serious and quickly got up. While she was walking towards Sven something caused his body to tingle. Like his body was getting excited knowing what was to come. Thrilling for a fight. Large bright white wings popped out of her back, and she ascended up into the air slowly. She reached her hand out, and her wrist guards began to glow as a rune appeared on it. The bow on the ground shot off and she quickly caught it. Sven charged at her in an attempt to jump up, and grab her before she was too far from the ground. She began singing a new song, and it caused Sven to fall. It wasn't from pain, and he could feel no damage. His senses were being disoriented. He was dizzy, and all though he was back up there was difficulty in his walking. Almost as if he was drunk. Before this could continue when he stumbled again he shoved his claw deep into the ground and with all his might he flung. It was a buckshot of rubble flying through the air. Hitting Helga causing her to be interrupted while singing. After recovering from the hit she quickly grabbed 3 arrows from her quiver and shot. Sven dodged all of them with ease.
"You should really work on your aim." Sven teased
"On this day, I give you praise and honor. Thank you, Hecate for all that you have done. May your torches ever shine bright upon my path, and life. Please grant me fire, and lay waste to my enemies." Helga chanted with a grin on her face.
The arrows in the ground began to shine then formed a triangle as fire shot between them. Fire quickly engulfed Sven. He was ready to run out of the formation, but Helga's voice could be heard singing again causing him to stumble. His skin can barely heal fast enough from the flames. If this keeps up he's going to be in trouble. Once again his adrenaline was causing his heart to race. The flames around him were overwhelming him. It was then he tried to gain his composure by calming his breathing. He wanted to shout 'enough' that he couldn't stand it anymore. Gathering air in his lungs preparing to scream, but when his mouth opened up a fireball forced itself from his mouth. Helga couldn't believe what just happened. She attempt to dodge but her wing was hit. She called out in pain, which interrupted her singing. Sven quickly ran out of the formation. Even when out his body took time to heal from the burns. It's like his healing was slowing. He wasted no time, and quickly closed the distance as she fell. Jumping on her pinning her on the ground while holding her throat.
"I win now right?" Sven said with a grin on his face.
Helga knew he could crush her throat easily, but just kept his hands wrapped around it. So she admitted defeat. She hasn't met someone who could pin her this easily. A smile went across her face for the first time. Sven realized what he ignored earlier because of her personality, but she is a beautiful woman. Bethany was still better in his eyes though.
"Yes, you win. Now can you please get off me...and get some new clothes! If I see anything I will kill you!" She said with a slight redness in her face as she launched another shockwave from her mouth shooting him back.
Sven never realized his clothes were disintegrated. he ran back to the village to change. As he left he yelled out.
"Sorry about your wing, I didn't mean to do that!"
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