Casper glanced at the Aesir standing in front of him. His mask seemed to bright under the blinding lights of the spherical room, making it appear more white than cream color.
Behind that mask, he could stare at his eyes. The Aesir was staring back. The two of them did not move an inch, they knew that any reckless movement could cost their lives.
Casper knew that the Aesir was dangerous. He could feel it. All his body hairs stood on end, his heart was throbbing in an unusual rhythm, and he could not even remember to breathe properly at all.
On the other hand, the Aesir thought that Casper was the same. He was very used to fight against strong people, and he was aware of how far he could go with his strength. Pressure for him was just a daily routine.
However, the focused eyes of Casper gave him a different feeling. He already knew beforehand who the White warrior was, and what he was capable to do more or less, but face the man in person was completely different.
"This guy… I can't underestimate him at all. However, it's not like he has a chance of winning with the resources he has now. I, otherwise, am prepared and in a comfortable situation."
The Aesir was still pointing to him the two pistols. However, he had closed too much the distance. Casper was standing there without moving. He obviously had a plan that he was sure that could succeed. If it was a bluff, he would die anyway, so it would be pointless.
Suddenly, the White warrior made a motion with his left hand, while stomping hard on the ground.
The knife he was wielding flew in the air and drew a line directly to the Aesir's right arm. He shot out of intention and it missed the target.
Nonetheless, his left arm was still pointing to Casper and was lined exactly at his head. The soldier had kicked the ground so hard to rush forward that now he could not avoid the bullet by any means.
The Aesir opened fire with the other pistol. But in a blink of an eye, what was in front of his aim was not Casper's head anymore, but his shotgun.
He had thrown the shotgun in front of the gun's barrel.
The bullet ricocheted in the gun flying in the middle air. The power of the shot was so incredible that the shotgun flew away.
"I still can move my right arm!" He forced his injured arm to move and point at Casper's direction again. Although it was trembling slightly from pain, he surely would be able to strike an enemy so close.
However, the rapid succession of events did not allow him to take note of Casper's speed. When he pointed the gun, the barrel was nearly touching Casper's forehead.
The White warrior just needed to duck quickly. The bullet passed above his head, scratching slightly the top and burning some hair strands.
The Aesir was expecting a punch, maybe a kick on his wide-open trunk. He was thinking about how he could avoid such damage. If Casper started to attack him and drag him into an infight, he would not stop the flurry of blows until the Aesir fell to the ground.
"I am not so good at infight. I need to take some distance to win this battle… He probably knows about the equipment on my back and will not let me have time to activate it, so it's even worse." He kicked the ground to go back as fast as he could.
Probably, one punch or two would land, but he would not be caught in a brawl like that at least.
However, the blows he was expecting did not come. Instead, Casper held his right arm pulling him, preventing the Aesir to take distance. With his free hand, he gripped the knife stuck there and twisted it hard.
That man grunted in pain and felt that he had lost strength in his grip. The huge pistol was almost falling from his hand.
The White warrior, with perfect timing, picked up the gun while giving two big steps backward.
He aimed the gun towards the Aesir and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"This guy got good reflexes…" Casper thought, since he noticed that even before he pulled the trigger, the Aesir was already leaning to the side.
He threw himself on the ground with a quick leap to the left, getting out of the bullet's course.
"The fire rate of these pistols is incredibly low, I can't wait until it can fire again!" Casper was prepared to run forward again.
To his surprise, while still falling on the ground, the Aesir was already aiming at him, and fired in Casper's direction, scratching his calf.
The soldier widened his eyes and gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain as he could and advancing once again.
He could not lose time giving up on the pain. If he did it, he would die for sure.
The Aesir rolled on the ground and got up in a matter of seconds.
Desperately, he fired again against Casper, but the White warrior had impressive agility and zigzagged smoothly, being just scratched slightly.
He got into close range again and aimed the barrel of the gun to the Aesir's face.
"Move! Move now, Freygar!" The warrior thought.
Freygar forced his debilitated arm to move and brushed Casper's hand with a slap in the last second. The sound of the shot exploded right next to his ear, making him get a bit dizzy.
"If he will not give me a minute of rest, I should do the same!" The Aesir leaped backward with all his strength.
Casper noticed that Freygar was used to maintain the distance. His legs were strong and he could create a considerable gap in a matter of seconds.
The two of them started to do a death dance through the spherical room.
Casper chasing after the Aesir, looking like a panter rushing towards his prey.
Freygar would avoid his short-range shots by inches with smooth and fluid movements, using agile footwork and taking advantage of each centimeter of that room.
Whenever he opened fire from a long distance, Casper would avoid zigzagging with such a speed that someone could even guess that he was using a prosthesis or an exoskeleton…
"Hey… That's why! That's not his usual speed… He is using something else!" Freygar could finally understand that.
However, an exoskeleton was not something that could be broken or deactivated easily… But it was not impossible.
He let Casper close the distance again after deviate from one more shot. The gun was already prepared, this time aiming to Freygar's leg.
To Casper's surprise, instead of brush off his hand as in the other times, the Aesir spun to the side, making Casper pass next to him.
In the meantime, the warrior was already moving. He clashed the butt of his pistol against Casper's hips. Instead of the sound of bones cracking, he heard a metallic sound and nearly smiled.
"All the exoskeletons we made here have about the same structure, so it is easy to find the right places to break it!" Freygar was making the motion of point the gun for Casper, hoping he would be shocked by the outcome.
However, Casper kept moving without taking his breath. He stopped his rush, turning as fast as he could to Freygar. Before the last could shot, he launched a punch towards his mask.
It did not strike fully but was enough to make the Aesir back again, a bit stunned.
Both finally stopped their impetus for a while. Taking long and deep breaths.
The battle had some minutes lasting until then.
The two were with their guns slightly raised, prepared to shot again at any time.
If Casper's count was correct, he had just one more bullet.
Freygar could reload the pistol, but if he stopped to fight back to do so, he would die.
In the end, both of them had a single last chance to end that battle quickly.
Casper needed to do end it quickly because the Ridires were coming. Freygar, too, because he knew that a battle with their fists or knives would not last much, particularly now that his right arm was numb.
They looked intently at each other for some more time, holding their breath again, them stomping the ground at the same time.
The distance was closed quickly. They were facing each other without avoiding their eyes. The feeling they had was that they could know what the other was thinking.
The one that lost the focus first would be defeated… But none of them seemed that would do so.
"Now!" Casper raised his right arm, with the pistol. The Aesir did the same with his left.
However, instead of shot immediately, both sent their fists of the free hands flying at the same time.
Casper felt a strong impact on his stomach, while his fist stroke hard the mask again. Both of them crossed each other because of the speed, just stopping afterward.
They turned to face each other again, aiming their guns.
Both pistols shot. The explosive sound of the firing echoed in the room.