Casper was breathing heavily. He was feeling a huge pain in his right arm. He had let the gun fall on the ground, barely finding the strength to wield it.
Anyway, that pistol was useless now. It ran out of ammunition. His last chance was already spent.
In his shoulder was a huge hole opened, with a bullet lodged in there. If it did not reach the bone, it would continue piercing through his flesh until it got out on the other side.
"If this bullet had to stroke me in the forehead, my brain would be painting the walls and ceiling… Damn it…" Casper tried to move his arm, but it did not answer.
At first, he thought it would be due to the numbness and pain, however he could not lie to himself. He knew very well that his joint was useless now. Probably his nerves got injured. Also, the own shoulder bones must be broken due to the bullet's impact.
His right arm was without any life, falling next to the body. It was a painful sight for Casper, but he was glad that he did not get his entire arm ripped off. He just hoped that with the proper measurements and treatments he could fix it.
For a moment, Casper thought that he may have been defeated in that battle. However, when his blurred vision got focused again, he saw the Aesir standing in front of him, and he was not as good as Casper.
A huge hole was opened near his hips. Unfortunately for Casper, it was not a point where it could reach any vital organs or anything, but, at least, that guy would not be able to walk properly.
Differently from Casper, the bullet that reached him pierced through it all, instead of being lodged inside there. That wound was bleeding as much as Casper's.
Freygar, after realizing what happened, put his hand over the wound, pressing tightly on it.
"You got me, huh?" He said, suddenly.
Casper said nothing. He would love to make a joke there to calm himself, but that was not the time.
He wore off the exoskeleton in his legs, letting it aside.
The Aesir plucked the knife that Casper used on his right arm and threw it to him.
He picked up his own dagger, with his left hand, wielding it already in a fighting stance.
"My name is Freygar, son of Bjargar." He said, firmly, while the knife slipped through the floor.
"Well, as I saw until now, every single Ridire or Aesir warrior is honored when in battle," Casper replied. "So I will be as well, and have a clean fight… unless I will going to die; if so, I will do the dirtiest tricks to survive."
Freygar laughed hard, seeming to be in pain while doing so.
"I was not joking." And he really was not. Casper held the grip of the knife firmly, looking with sharp eyes to Freygar.
"Yeah, yeah, I know it. Don't worry. And no need to say your name, I already know you, White warrior!"
Once Casper heard his nickname he kicked the floor, rushing forward without fear.
The warrior, now more focused, waited for him, prepared for the clash.
Casper's knife drew a straight line in the air, aiming towards Freygar's throat.
The warrior put his dagger in front of the attack, changing its direction slightly. After, he counterattacked.
Casper's right arm was unusable, which left him with his entire right side completely unprotected.
The dagger was faster than a flash, flying towards Casper's belly and stabbing on it two times in different spots.
Freygar was not a good infighter, but he still could maintain an exchange, focusing on counters and trying to take his enemy out of balance. He took advantage of his height to always have keep in a long range.
The Aesir tried to stab Casper again, but he turned the body to the side, avoiding completely the attack. Now, who was taken off-guard was Freygar.
The warrior tried to raise his injured right arm to protect himself but, although it was not as debilitated as Casper's, he could not do swift movements.
The White warrior stabbed him on another side of his hips, finishing to injury it completely. He twisted the knife hardly, then pulled it as quickly as possible.
The Aesir, enraged, attacked with his dagger, and Casper did the same. Their blades locked, metal against metal producing sparks.
They took a step back, regaining their breath, and then stepping in again.
It became an endless exchange of successive furious attacks.
When the Aesir tried to cut with his knife, Casper deflected it with all his might and counterattacked.
Every time Casper tried to attack, his blade would be parried, and he would receive damage afterward.
Their senses became even sharper as the damage was increasing, and it reached a point when none of them could land a single blow.
The battle now was resumed in parries and deflections. The metallic sound of the blades hitting each other filled the room along with numerous sparks flying in every clash.
It could look like a tied situation, but the soldier had the disadvantage. The blade of his knife was way thinnest than Freygar's. That was not just a battle of agility, there was strength involved.
At any time one of the blades would break, or one of them would not have the resilience to bear so much pressure on their wrists and would drop their weapons.
Either way, who lost their blades first would be the loser. It had no way to overcome a situation like this. Not when they were so debilitated.
Through the sounds of their fierce exchange, Casper could hear numerous footsteps approaching. Because he was absorbed in the battle, he could not think too much about the other guards.
"Damn it!" He cursed, feeling the pressure increasing and nearly being stroke some times by the Aesir.
Casper saw at a glance that four warriors were coming on the right side. Maybe there were more arriving from the other corridors, but for now, they were the only ones almost inside the spherical room.
Casper crouched, avoiding an attack from a huge swing from Freygar. He rotated his body while crouching and stretched his leg, giving a creep on his enemy.
Both Freygar's legs flew to the air and he slammed his back in the ground, losing all his breath.
Casper was really willing to make him surrender, but he knew that a hostage situation would be a disadvantage for him there. He could not finish him as well, because if Freygar could manage to deal with him, he would lose too much time and the Ridires would have the time to close in.
After taking Freygar down, Casper rushed forward in the direction of the guards.
They barely appeared from the corridor and already faced him running quickly towards them.
One of the four did not have even the time to pull the trigger. Before he did, Casper threw a kick in his groin, swiftly followed by a hit with the grip of the knife.
"I still can't kill anyone here! That's a hassle, but if things go bad here I can't afford myself to have someone's death on my shoulders."
The second Ridire raised his gun, but the distance was very short. The White warrior stepped in, getting out of the weapon's aim at the same time as he closed even more the distance and headbutted the guard in his jaw, making him pass out.
Another gun was already aimed behind him. Casper rotated his body and sent the barrel of the gun to the side with his hand. The trigger got pulled, but the target has not been reached.
Before the third Ridire could reposition the weapon again he received a punch on his nose, taking him down.
Casper did not get so lucky with the other guard and he was hit by the butt of his weapon at his back. The waves of pain made his body shiver.
He gritted his teeth so hard that he thought that his jaw could break. A furious feeling dominated him.
He spun his body again, launching a horizontal kick that broke the Ridire's ribs. He followed with a punch on his mouth.
Casper was breathing hard, and his vision was getting blurred again. His legs did not have stability.
He looked to the room again and Freygar was already running against him.
Casper gave two strong slaps on his thighs, trying to awake his muscles, and then got prepared for the shock.
Freygar bumped into him, slamming his shoulder on Casper's trunk. The soldier felt that he was about to lose his air to that attack, but he held it firmly.
Because of that rush, the Aesir was nearly kneeling. It was miraculous that he could even run with his hips wounded like that.
They continued in a battle of strength, one pushing the other using their bodies.
Freygar was obviously losing it, since he lacked strength in his legs even more than Casper.
He gave a sudden step back, nearly getting the soldier off balance. He charged an attack with the worn blade of his knife.
Casper could not prepare himself for that, he could not try to attack first. The only way was to deflect.
He waited for the blade to come, and it came with full speed.
He put his knife in front of it, deflecting the blade of the Aesir perfectly to the side.
He smiled and then went to the counterattack. A deflection made with so much power and accuracy would not allow the opponent to defend a counter so easily.
However, his body froze when he saw that, along with the Aesir's knife, was half of his blade, flying away into the air.