This fight was such a one-sided fight and his stage three body was of no help. The golden sword pierced his body and caused such excruciating pain Tristan had to bite back his screams.
"Aaaarrggghhhh!"
Unable to take it anymore, Tristan screamed and tried to push out the blade with all of his strength. Before he was able to make any progress, the Aesir pulled out the sword, and Tristan kneel to the ground.
The wound on his chest was gushing so much blood it made a small puddle on the ground.
Layla almost screamed in panic, and she was about to run up towards Tristan, if the just-healed Astrid didn't hold her down from behind.
The pale man walked closer, the edge of his golden sword so close to Tristan's throat. One swing would be enough to end his life right then and there.
Although he was in a bad situation, Tristan didn't even waver one bit. He looked at the Aesir's eyes with a gaze full of hatred and defiance.
