The war starts.
Lorraine and Hina, Leif and Bonet simultaneously kicked into high gear, each taking on their in-your-face opponents.
Hina was the fastest, her wide smock carrying the wind and hunting.
Her speed peaked between three steps, her two slender legs alternating at a rapid pace, her hands leaning against the outside of her legs, her body almost parallel to the ground.
She jumped!
The moment he jumped up, a stream of light shot towards Bonet's brow. With a roar, Bonet knocked away the flying dagger and raised the greatsword in both hands high, the sharp iron blade slashing straight at Hina's brow.
Haina backhandedly drew out a small knife, clanked and cut the incoming sword, the upward body immediately sunk, muddy force seems to be on the ground a little, and then leaped away.
Bonet didn't feel the feedback of gold and iron striking each other at all, his full force sword seemed to cut into empty space, a swish splitting on the logs paving the pier, splattering some fine wood slag.
He drew his sword in frustration and flung his arms full of complaints.
"Ch! Why is my opponent a woman ..."
Lorraine and Leif pair into it!
With Lorraine slightly superior in stride frequency and Leif far superior in stride length, the two men traveled at almost the same speed relative to each other, bringing their opponents within striking distance in two or three strides.
Leif leapt high like a sky god, his body held up in an arch, his battle axe raised so high behind him that he could almost touch his toes.
He wailed a war cry in the air and rebounded suddenly like a landslide!
"Oh!"
The huge battle axe was danced into streams of light!
The man fell, the axe fell, and a downward slash was made, slashing straight towards the direction Lorraine was traveling!
There was no way this axe could be taken hard!
Strong wind and killing intent came to his face, Lorraine's running body sprinted to a halt, propped up the ground with one palm, and jumped away in a sideways leap!
Boom!
The big axe only one strike split the whole log, broken wood mixed with sand and gravel raised, such as smoke like fog gathered two or three meters square.
And Lorraine tore through the fog!
He braced himself on the ground and circled around behind Leif in an arc, and without even making a move to rise, his saber stabbed out like a serpent, tearing out and cutting a gash in Leif's thigh as blood spurted out.
Leif cried out in pain and twisted his waist to sweep. He didn't expect Lorraine to remain on the ground, this axe swung into the air, and in time the center door was wide open.
Lorraine's face was composed, closing her sword and stabbing in a single motion, and as she rose, the blade stabbed straight at Leif's heart.
Leif scrambled to avoid it!
However, Lorraine's speed might not be faster than Hina's, but it was much faster than Leif's, and Leif only had time to avoid the vitals before the longsword sprinted in and pierced through Leif's left shoulder with a poof.
The sword hurt like hell!
Leif let out a wail of misery, and actually reached out his wounded arm with red eyes, clutched Lorraine's arm and threw it out!
Lorraine was all but thrown into the air, flying seven or eight meters sideways, crashing through the crowd, and slamming heavily into the wooden crates stacked along the dock.
With a bang, the crate collapsed!
"Ah! Ahh! Ah ... Oh!"
Lorraine struggled out of the pile of crates, coughing up blood, and suddenly found herself shrouded in a shadow.
Leif pounced!
On his left shoulder was Lorraine's sword, and on his right hand he tugged his axe.
The massive, rounded blade of the axe grated against the ground, slicing deep cuts into the tightly packed logs.
Leif's movements weren't slowed down.
He was red-eyed and wounded, the blood on his legs soaked through his pant legs, and the sword on his shoulder ripped through his muscles, but instead of slowing down, he was faster, fiercer, and faster than he had been a moment ago!
He practically crashed into Lorraine, raising his axe with one arm and opening the sky!
Lorraine was horrified and lowered his head to pounce and flee in a lumbering manner, before his body could pounce far, a huge wave of air accompanied by a loud noise lifted him high into the air.
Boom!
That's a real lift-off!
Lorraine felt like she had landed on the cannon's point, and for a moment she had completely lost control of her body.
He fell out and landed hard, once, twice, three times ...
Leif pounced again!
Leif who is as heavenly as the Giant Spirit God, and a giant axe that tears through the sky like a skybreaker!
Lorraine fumed, gritting her teeth and rolling in a direction that was not away at all, but close!
The ground shook!
Leif's great axe slashed down once more, a loud noise and wave of air lifting Lorraine up.
This time Lorraine was at the front end of the burst and her body flew up and straight into Leif.
Leif's eyes were crimson!
His wounded arm electrically grabbed Lorraine's leg and slammed Lorraine into the ground like a cleaver axe.
Uplift!
Falling!
In a dizzying sense of heaven and earth turning upside down, Lorraine watched the dark brown dirty round wooden floor come closer and closer, but had no time to care.
He only gets one chance!
The moment he was over his shoulder, he jerked his hand out, firmly clutched the commanding sword embedded in Leif's shoulder, and snapped back.
The longsword left his body and the wound was churned into a large hole.
Leif didn't even furrow his brow like he was oblivious, but his left hand continued to disengage before the immense damage was done, involuntarily releasing Lorraine's ankle.
Lorraine followed the inertia and flew into the sky.
How did that happen?
The red-eyed Leif cocked his head with a confused look on his face, somewhat wondering why the prey he had in his hands hadn't smashed his brains out like he'd hoped.
But it doesn't seem to matter ...
If you can't smash it, just chop it up.
He clenched the great axe in his hand and took a step in the direction Lorraine had flown out.
That's what Lorraine was hoping for!
He was in the air, twisting strongly, his body plummeting toward the ground, his eyes dead set on the lunging Leif.
Leif raised his axe!
The moment Leif raised his axe, the moment his body crashed to the ground, Lorraine swung his arm and threw out the longsword in his hand.
The longsword broke through the air, poofing into Leif's small, right arm!
Boom!
Clunk!
Lorraine hit the ground hard, and Leif's great axe came off and crashed to the ground.
Leif did the whole chopping motion, but because he had lost his great axe, he could only tear through the air and watch as Lorraine rolled away like a leather ball and lay motionless on the ground.
Silence ...
The air was still, the waves were still, the whole battlefield was still, and so were Leif, who was standing, and Lorraine, who was lying.
In the midst of the crowd's breathlessness, Lorraine shuddered.
He shuddered, and shuddered again, and finally raised his arm and snapped it down to the ground.
His muscles bulged like spasms, bulging to hold him up strongly, little by little, once by once.
He was covered in blood.
Between his teeth, under his skin, bright red blood dripped and splattered like thick pulp, he was covered in bruises from the fall, his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were covered in spilled blood.
But even so, he stood up, squeezing his arms and dragging his legs, his gaze bright and brilliant as the morning star.
"I didn't realize ... you were actually a Berserker."
Lorraine gritted and sliced her teeth, "Berserker is amazing! Who! Isn't he a Viking!"
He accelerated violently and stomped his foot heavily on the ground. He shouted with all his strength, "Niord, I want wind!"
The gale is picking up!
The originally windless twilight winds rose up and swept up from the bay behind Lorraine onto the land in just a breath!
In a breath, a fierce wind rolled across the battlefield at the pier, raising wind-sand and wood chips all over the place, confusing everyone's eyes.
In a flash, Lorraine dove at her opponent, opening her arms to carry Leif over her shoulder.
In a breath, the sons of Niord and Odin ran in unison across the pier's trestle, leaping out to sea at the end of it.
The two disengaged in mid-air ...
Bonet forced Hina away, frozen in place as he watched such a scene.
"A black-haired ... brown-pupiled ... who can call upon the wind ..." he exclaimed, incredulously. "A Viking with black hair and brown pupils! This boy ... is a whaler?"
Two huge, gorgeous, flourishing flowers bloomed on the surface of the sea!
Poof! Pass!