After the splash, the water returned to the calm.
The dead silence at first after this crescendo is alarming.
Like at the end of the Twilight of the Gods, Nidhogg, the black dragon symbolizing despair, crawls out of the lowest level of the World Tree, transforms into the sea, and devours two brave and uncast Viking warriors in one gulp ...
One of them is a berserker that Odin feeds in the Hall of Valhalla, fearless of wounds and fighting more and more.
The other is a whaler who inherited Nyold's bloodline, calling the shots and being tough and stubborn.
They are hard to find warriors in the world, the best and purest of the Viking bloodline.
They are the pride, the history, the great power of the Vikings who once reigned over the seven seas and made the whole world tremble.
Could such a person also die?
Or such a person ...
Could it really be that they would die so easily, so desperately ... wanting to go back to the paradise where they belonged?
Hina's eyes were red.
She narrowed her eyes and slowly removed her wide cowl and her boots as well, revealing to the pirates the pure white oddity of her robes that belonged exclusively to Asasin.
"Are you a berserker too?"
Bonnet felt a great threat from this suddenly cross-dressing woman that she had not felt before.
He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it flat to his chest.
"I awakened two years after Leif, but ... yes, I'm also a Berserker."
"Can you guys go berserk if your throats are cut?"
Bonet froze for a moment and slowly shook his head, "No. Anger to be berserk, dead is dead."
"That's good ..." Hina flicked the tip of the knife with her tongue, leaving a stinging crimson red.
She said, "You can die."
...
Lorraine leapt down into the water carrying Leif and both sank to the bottom.
The cold, biting waters of the high latitudes stimulate the wounds and invigorate the spirit.
Leif snapped out of the daze of losing his foe and attacked Lorraine with clenched fists in both hands.
Lorraine avoided it like a swimming fish, swung her leg around behind Leif and curled her middle finger to pound out a fist.
That punch landed squarely in Leif's waistline.
Without realizing it, Leif rolled over and raised his arms to try to catch his wily foe. Instead, Lorraine swam up ahead of him and stomped her heavy leather boots into Leif's face, stomping out a long string of bubbles.
Leif sank faster.
Lorraine rolled over, shaking her leg up and down over her head and up, throwing another punch at Leif's throat, hitting a second long string of bubbles.
The deeper Leif sank, the more Lorraine pursued him.
Under the murky waters of the bay, while the compound lids help the whaler lock on to his opponents, the red pupils do not allow the berserker to seek out his enemies.
Just as when he was on land, Lorraine couldn't take any advantage of Leif's hands with everything he had, and now it was underwater, and this was the whaler's home turf.
The situation was reversed.
Dazed and confused, Leif waved his hands and stomped his legs on the bottom of the ocean as Lorraine swam around him, throwing punch after punch to the chest and stomach, to the throat, to the cheeks, to the lungs ...
Heavy punches hit Leif, each one forcing his mouth open, each one squeezing the air from his veins.
Leif's body began to choke.
The dizziness banished the berserking, and the unseen enemy confused the berserker.
The red pupil faded away.
Intense pain mixed with a sky-collapsing weakness, Leif opened his mouth wide in despair and gurgled ...
...
Hina looked like a ghost.
Holding her dagger upside down, she was lightning fast, running, leaping, tumbling, and folding as she approached Bonnet again and again, giving up and retreating farther away.
Bonnet couldn't even keep up with her movements.
With no way to counterattack, no way to move, he was helpless against Hina, and had no choice but to choose the least berserker-like response, shrinking himself into his shell like a turtle and guarding every vital point on his body tightly with his greatsword and intuition.
The hostility on Haina's face grew heavier, her emerald eyes staring deathly at Bonnet, growing more and more frozen, more and more sharp.
She leapt back and raised her hand to shoot a flying knife straight at Bonet's brow.
Bonnet panicked and swung his sword to block.
It was this momentary distraction, and Hina was gone.
There is nothing above his head, nothing under his feet, nothing in front of him, and the remaining light on both sides cannot be found ... even behind him!
Bonnet was horrified to realize that Hina had completely disappeared.
Where is she ...?
Hina is running.
Among Asasin's techniques is a peculiar method of stealth, visual stealth.
Its basic principle is to avoid the direct vision area of the target's field of vision, and according to the height of the opponent's eyes to avoid the afterglow, silent action.
The maneuver begins the moment you throw the flying dagger.
She leapt backward, aiming to induce Bonnet to put her vision to the far end of the field in the first moments after knocking out the flying dagger.
And, in fact, after throwing the flying dagger, Hina quickly angled in, running out of the direct vision zone of one hundred and twenty degrees directly in front of Bonet as she approached him.
This is the easiest step.
After leaving the Bonet's immediate viewing area, she took the knife in her mouth and began to run around the Bonet, not on two feet like a human, but on all fours like a cat, landing on her hands and feet.
From the moment she landed on all fours, Hina disappeared from her opponent's eyes.
Bonnet was tall, standing over two meters tall and with an eye height of over six feet eight.
Hina cruised three to five meters away from him, fast and slow, mostly lagging behind or directly behind his side, occasionally ambling low enough to venture across the front and picking the shortest path to rejoin the safe area.
It was all done in broad daylight.
To the eyes of the onlookers, Hina was using a weird crawl to keep trying to get close enough to Bonet to attack.
It was the same thing she had done for a long time before, except for the change in the way she traveled.
In those days Bonet couldn't keep up with her speed, and his gaze would always be a beat slower, relying on his wild instincts and mastery of his craft to protect the vitals, so that Hina couldn't find an opportunity to take advantage of them.
It looks pretty much the same now.
Hina loitered grandly around Bonnet, approaching and moving away, Bonnet looked clumsy and helpless, and no one could have guessed that he had actually lost track of Hina ...
But this technique is not invincible.
Human beings were not true quadrupedal walking animals after all, and no matter how supple Hina's body was, and no matter how proficient her mastery of catfighting techniques was, constantly changing directions, shifting speeds, and even contorting would consume a great deal of her stamina.
Not to mention the fact that she had to keep an eye on Bonet's eyes, constantly mentalizing and correcting the range of his vision.
Labor, labor.
It was only a short minute's work, and sweat was already dampening Hina's short hair, and she was beginning to notice that her arms and legs were aching, and her dry throat just wanted to breathe heavily.
She knew she was nearing her limit.
Launching an attack in this state, no matter what counterattack Bonet made, she had no room to avoid it.
But she doesn't care ...
One thing Lorraine had taught her by her actions while in Cherbourg was that the crew had to answer to their captain.
It's a part of the job, and it's a part of dignity.
Lorraine's captain was Lek, so he put his life on the line to save it. When he knew that Lek was dead, he gave up the huge fortune within his reach again, without hesitation, and chose to pay in blood.
Her captain was Lorraine, and Lorraine is dead, so there's only one thing left for her to do ...
Fight for your life, pay for your blood, and don't think about anything else!
She patiently circled Bonnet for a minute, two minutes, until Bonnet completely gave up looking for her and she really relaxed, breathing in and out slowly ...
Stomp your feet and pounce!
Wow!
A large, bruise-covered hand reached out from underwater and snapped down solidly on the floor of the dock.
Lorraine dragged the unconscious Leif out of the water and propped himself up on the dock with all the strength he could muster, limping to the ground.
He grinned, "Looks like Warnerheim won this one."
Knock!
Like a sculpture of a cheetah that had been thrown out, Hina hit Bonet squarely on the bridge of his nose.
Bonnet, fainting ...