Lorraine and Hina killed the battle like the wind.
Unlike the battle that took place in Cherbourg, today's Lorraine was not weighed down by serious injuries and showed unrivaled fighting ability.
He killed his way through the narrow stacks, and the two pirates turned instantly, swinging their swords left and right in a pincer attack.
Lorraine ducks short to avoid the chop, raises her arms, and rises!
The hilt guard, made of fine iron, slammed into the first pirate's jaw, from the bottom up, and the blow sent the pirate flying, spitting blood into the sea.
The pirate didn't even have time to let out a scream.
And after the strike, Lorraine maintained the posture of raising his arm stepped and turned around. His right foot heavily stepped on the stack, and his raised right arm was brought around by his body, curving his elbow, and smashing the second pirate's face with a boom.
The pirate flew backwards, knocking over two or three people like a bowling ball.
Finally, some of the quickest reactors avoided the scene of the crash in time, and they raised their knives and fearlessly shouted to kill Lorraine, the sudden uninvited guest.
Lorraine turned her back to them.
Lorraine turned her back to them and faced Hina.
Hina leapt up, her lithe body stepping on Lorraine's palm, a little on her chest, her shoulders stepping, and she sprinted straight up to more than three meters in the air, spinning around!
The pirates who had charged forward fell into a heap, clutching their wounded feet and wailing loudly.
Lorraine started up, and he burst through the middle of them like a bulldozer, the group of thieves tumbling wherever his figure went.
In the blink of an eye, the duo knocked over all the enemies on the stacks, and Lorraine sprinted straight down to the ship, kneeling down as a ladder for the second time, and throwing Hina, who was right behind her, high into the air!
Once again, Hina took flight, flying higher than the last time, leaping onto the four-meter-high deck with a clank and drawing the skinning knife from her thigh.
She pursed her lips and killed her way in between Keren and the pirates, nippling into the first pirate's arms as if she were a bird, stabbing at the diaphragm between her chest and stomach.
The pirate went limp, covering his chest, and Hina rolled on the ground, avoiding the blade and burrowing into the crotch of the second pirate.
Her straight, slender legs stomped straight up into the sky and booped, hitting the pirate right in the middle of his legs.
"Ow!"
The miserable scream like a wild fox came to an abrupt end, and without waiting for the end of the scream, the pirate had already fainted from the pain.
Keren, who had been helped by Haina, was finally relieved.
The majestic but slightly awkward Germanic hulk ran to the ship in three bounds, dropped his hammer, and lowered the boards.
Before the ship's boards were set up, Lorraine scurried up, leaping across the crouching Keren as if straddling a wooden horse, and flew up and kicked the third pirate who had swung a knife at Haina.
This rabbit trail went straight to the last pirate.
Ming ...
There were more than a dozen of them, four in the boat, ten in the stacks, and the other side only came back with two ...
Ming ...
They are pirates at the point of a sword and the other side are just sheep-like businessmen ...
Ming ...
The captain told them that the English were too weak to cry to God and would never dare to pass the knife to the brave Vikings ...
Ming ...
He winced and said in a panic, "For your information, my captain is ..."
Boo!
Lorraine slammed a heavy swinging punch into the bridge of his nose, and the majestic force lifted him off his feet like a mountain.
He spun, flew out, and ultimately didn't finish his sentence.
Fighting, over.
...
wow ... wow ...
The sun had set, but the moon had not yet risen, and the waves lapped against the harbor's breakwater, lazily, holding the sea-boat swaying gently.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Atis Beauty was fishing.
The fishing poles were the thick spars from the ship, and the bait was four miserable, bundled-up pirates.
They were hanging head down and feet up from the transom, more than two meters from the hull and less than twenty centimeters from sea level.
It didn't start out that way.
Lorraine was merciful, even if little Pierce had cut his index finger when he cut the hook and line, even if Keren had four openings in his body to the point that both arms were covered in bandages, he still left the pirates who acted as bait at a full fifty centimeters' distance from the sea level.
It's just a little thing the honors students at Sea School accidentally overlooked ...
It's high tide now.
In about ten minutes or so, the sea would be no more than their mouths, and at that point, even if Odin rushed down from Asgard, they would never survive.
Good swimmers drown in the water ... Perhaps, it is fate.
With a benevolent heart, Lorraine lifted her head and gazed sadly in the direction of the harbor.
The great compassionate Viking warriors showed up.
The twin brothers of the Eriksson family, Leif and Bonnet, led a raging kill of thirty men or so, and caught a glimpse of the pirates being used as bait, hanging upside down on the transom of the ship.
Leif was so angry that his bald head shone.
"Scumbag Brits! Loki steals Sif's blonde hair, Thor cries out in rage and slams the door on his family! Warriors do not spare their lowly foes, and even when dusk falls, they laugh at death!"
The pressed rhyming chants rumbled and rolled like muffled thunder, exploding ghostly expressions on the faces of a boatload of people.
Right now, there was a big Viking man at least two meters tall with an axe on his back taller than even Pierce was under the boat.
He is a pirate, bald, and full of rage, aspiring to seek vengeance.
His gelding was now hanging from the transom by Lorraine, and it would not be long before he drowned.
In the face of this situation, he actually recited a poem ...
It's also fucking sung!
Are you mad?
Six eyes twisted in unison toward the only half-Viking on the ship, and that exuberant curiosity made Lorraine feel particularly embarrassed.
He coughed.
"This ... explain to you guys haha. Although among the legends the Vikings are often dismissed as barbaric, rude, cranky illiterates, they were actually poets ..."
"Poet?"
"To ... barbarous, rude, and irascible poets, who, in their anger, love to denounce their enemies in the form of chants."
"Crooked?"
"Crookedly ... because they believed that with the loudness of their poetry, they could travel across the universe to Asgard. A fine minded Valkyrie would hear it, and would loathe the condemned man, and would not receive his soul into the Inferno to enjoy it when he descended to earth."
After Lorraine's explanation, seeing ghosts was no longer enough to describe the crew's expressions.
Keren mumbled with his mouth open, "Are you serious?"
"One hundred percent serious." Lorraine spread her hands helplessly, "I'm going to Nooton after I die anyway, and I don't know that much about the interview process for the Hall of Valor."
Six eyes drifted into realization.
Pierce Jr. looked at the rising sea level, "Captain, there's a choir of over thirty men down there, what are we going to do?"
"Rack the boards ..." Lorraine sighed, "I can't really do things like cursing ..."
Lorraine and Hina disembarked, and Keren held fast to the boards on deck.
The two walked slowly to the end of the trestle, and Lorraine gently drew her sword and asked with dangling eyelids, "Mr. Eriksson, may I ask ... what I've done to piss you off?"
Leif couldn't help but freeze.
Lorraine actually reasoned with him ...
It is important to realize that the Vikings, while reckless, were not true savages, and that some of the truths about dealing with people are still put into perspective.
Specifically in this case, it was his connivance with his men to rob the Attis Beauty in the first place.
Lorraine's counterattacks, though a bit more vicious, had shown enough restraint by not killing anyone and not singing psalms on the doorstep.
Instead, he not only acted unforgiving, but also opened his mouth to cut off Lorraine's passage to the Hall of Valor.
Counting ... he seems to be a little bit of a deserving one ...
The biggest key is still the place.
He's a pirate, and robbing merchant ships is a man's duty, except that here, it's Sir Garman's Black Harbor.
Sir Garman's Black Harbor is the home of all Vikings. How can you rob someone's ship when they've brought gifts to your home as a guest?
Does it mean that ... is going to apologize?
Leif glanced sheepishly behind him.
Got a little carried away just now and brought a little too many people ...
Looks like it's just going to be a dead duck.
"Chatter is the impudence of the impudent!" He unslung his huge axe, clanked it to the ground, and sang at the top of his voice, "Rattatosk stood on the World Tree, and eagles and dragons were ashamed to be with him! Mimir went to Warnerheim as a hostage, and was finally beheaded by the wise gods!"
Lorraine translated beside him, "He means ... he won't talk."
"Won't talk?"
Hina didn't even hear what was going on when the poem rang again.
"The miserable, harsh winter lasts for three years, and the cruel twilight will come at last! Heimdall blows the Galar, and the gods and the spirits gather at the Rainbow Bridge!"
As soon as the chant was over, Bonet at Leif's side drew his greatsword.
Lorraine's expression finally grew cautious as he whispered to Hai Na, "The hairless ones go to me, and the hairy ones go to you. Be careful, he just said ... die fighting."
Leif shouldered his huge axe, crouched down, and built up his momentum.
"Only broken nets remain around the Triple Goddess of Fate, and the head of Mimir is silent! Tell me, victorious Frey! Whether my opponent is Fenrir, or Garmla!"
Leif let out a high note and Lorraine raised her sword.
He eyed the psalmist as if the God of victory was responding to a believer's question.
He replied softly, "Yes, you, Mom."