5.
Freyr
swung his spear like a cudgel at the Sons of Muspell warriors. He kept on
hammering them with crazed moves. He was moving towards Sigurd who was battling
some warrior. Tyr had used his pick axe to pull the warrior before thrusting
the blade in his other hand into the face. Sigurd pulled his sword out and it
was then he felt the spear thrust into his back. He turned around to look at
the warrior which stabbed him. It was a warrior from Hel. Its face was a maggot
eaten expression with one eye sprocket hollowed out. Sigurd was to scream out
when a Son of Muspell took his head off with the axe.
Freyr
rushed towards his friend but he found his attention focused on the sight of
Surtr. He directed his horse towards the leader of Sons of Muspell. He called
out to the leader while he slashed his way past the warriors. Freyr was brought
down in his ride by a pair of Muspell. He crouched up and looked at the pair
who brought down his horse.
“That
was a good stallion.” Freyr rushed at the warriors and speared them one after
the other. He hurled the dead warriors at the side and faced the flaming Sutr.
“You
looked like you need a bath.” Freyr spoke to Surtr. He rushed at the other and
then leapt up high to kick at the leader. The leader fell back on the kick but
it remained on its feet. Sutr hit back at Freyr with the left arm and then
swung its flaming sword. Freyr managed to use the spear to block the sword and
then rolled to the rear. He crouched up using the spear to balance himself.
“Surtr,
you are a worthy opponent of mine but there are more to me.” With the Freyr
pushed himself up at Sutr and swung the spear wide from outside in. His spear
was deflected by the later sword, but Freyr used his body to slam into Surtr.
Both of them fell back to the rear and Freyr took advantage to land a few elbow
blows on the face. Sutr rolled aside and then got up with a crouch to swing his
sword out at Freyr. The later managed to evade that by rolling to the far side
before he stood up.
“Good
sword. I wished I have mine.” Freyr muttered. He regretted giving his sword to
Skinir. “But I am not without one myself.”
“You
have your spear.” Surtr spoke out. “Use it on me.”
Freyr
was one who had the gift to create new weapons. One of it was the sword he had
given away, he had created the new spear. His new weapon was the spear; it blasted
out a searing cold wave that will turned anything it touches to ice.
“I
am never one to deny anyone’s request. Have at thee, you flaming beast.” Freyr
directed his spear but Surtr evaded the blast. It countered attack with the
sword cutting into Freyr blast and caused an unusual event. It exploded on the
contact of the two forces. The explosion caused a massive blowback which blew
the warriors back and created a large crater. Fryer picked himself up and saw
Sutr still standing there.
“They
make you tougher there.” Freyr struggled to get up but found he was wounded. He
was hurt in the explosion; his legs were bloodied with the wounds. He looked up
to see Sutr rushing at him with the sword held high. The sword came down hard
on his left shoulder and tore through his armor.
Freyr
lived his name in the event.
Thor
was next.
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