Bloodlines Of The Ancient Pantheons - 12 Xii. The Nose
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12 Xii. The Nose

In the meanwhile, Freydis concluded her training and walked towards the rack, to put her weapons away, exactly where Dag and Karl were chatting.

While he was laughing, Karl said: "look, she's coming! Hahaha!"

Dag felt embarra.s.sed, and turn his head in the opposite direction, looking at the sky.

"Hi, brother…Hi, Dag" said Freydis nonchalantly

"H…Hi!" answered Dag, in a trembling voice.

He continued looking at her, and when she pa.s.sed before them, he looked at her back.

Dag was turning 18, and his hormones were up and explosive.

Her body seemed to be perfect: her curves were smooth and proportioned, her legs were long at the right point and she had a perfect, rounded, firm booty.

"Wo, wo brother…your c.o.c.k got all hard! Hahaha, what are you, a pervert?" Karl was dying laughing.

A visible swelling appeared on Dag's trousers. He blushed, putting his hands on it.

"Did anybody tell you to stop your training session? Let's move!" yelled Taya, looking to Dag and Karl.

Dag still felt embarra.s.sed, but after hearing Taya's voice, his erection abated.

Fortunately, n.o.body except Karl noticed it, especially Freydis.

"Anyway, you're every day stronger Dag, you've beaten me again" said Karl, to break the silence.

"Y…yes, I'm concentrated. But there are a lot of warriors stronger than me, I've to reach that power" answer Dag

"Of course there are, but, you know, they learn skills in their clans. You don't have one yet. On the subject, when will you choose one?" asked Karl.

"I will be 18 next month, May 27th, X138. That'll be my moment. What about you?"

"I'm still 16 years old… my time is farther than yours. But I'm certain I will join the Horns Of Hemdallr Clan. I heard they are able to move as fast as the wind and to teleport themselves! I can't wait!" answered Karl.

They both resumed their training.

This time, Dag faced another guy. His mind was on Freydis: he couldn't stop to look at her, even because she never looked him back. She was focus on combat, and Dag liked it.

When the next fight started, he was so deep in thought, that the other boy hit him with a kick on his stomach. Dag wasn't able to dodge it, and he bent from pain, losing his breath.

"You are distracted brother, I'll kick your a.s.s!" said the boy.

When dag stood up, he picked back his sword from the ground. The boy tried to kick him a second time, but Dag parried the kick using his hand, then tried to hit him with the sword, on his hip.

The boy replied dodging the sword swing and punching Dag on his face, hitting his nose with knuckles.

Dag felt an unsustainable pain, it must've been broken. He screamed from the pain.

Touching his nose, his hands filled with blood.

Without complaining and with tears in his eyes, Dag got up from the ground.

He charged the boy with all his strength. The boy raised his sword up, to parry Dag's. .h.i.t, but after the two swords touched, Dag threw an uppercut right in the boy's belly.

The boy spat blood.

With his sword, Dag disarmed the boy and punched him again in the stomach, letting him fall on the ground. He rode the guy on the top and punched him again and again on his face.

The guy tried to protect his face with his hands, but without success.

The other guy lost his senses when Taya picked Dag grabbing him by his back and threw him away.

"Enough, Dag. There's no need to punch him to death. This is a training, in this Arena, you must follow my rules. And my rule is that you can't kill each other! Hahaha"

Taya laughed, s.a.d.i.s.tically.

Dag was on the ground. His nose was still bleeding, and so his knuckles. Some unexpected rage came from the inside of his body. His mind didn't cooperate.

He wanted to stop punching, but something prevented this, something stronger than his will.

Everybody was looking at the scene. Freydis was looking.

For the first time, she noticed him, but probably for the wrong reason.

Dag aching stood up: Taya threw him so high, and his back stomped hard off the ground.

He walked to the rack and left his sword, then he moved outside the Arena.

Dag felt his nose crooked, but he had no idea of how to fix it.

Perhaps, the best option was to go back home, where Asa could help him.

With his hand on the nose, he started down the road. Step by step, blood drops marked his path. He didn't want Taya's help, he felt himself judged by his comrades. In their eyes, he would look weak.

A voice from behind called him loudly:

"Hey! Hey, you…Dag!"

He continued on his steps: he didn't want to talk to anybody.

"Are you deaf? Stop!"

a hand touched his shoulder and he turned in that direction. It was Freydis.

Dag was speechless, but his nose hurt him so much, and he couldn't stop moaning.

"Come here, let me help you"

Freydis pulled Dag towards a big boulder on the side of the main road.

"Let me see" she moved away Dag's hand.

The nose was cracked.

"Speak to me" she continued

"you are Karl's best friend, am I right?"

"Ye…aaaaaahhh" when Dag answered, with a quick motion, Freydis straightened his nose, letting it emit a "crack" sound.

"Ohi…oh! It hurts!" Dag complained.

"I know, I know. Now it's okay, don't worry"

She drew a red cloth veil from her belt and bonded Dag's nose tight, tying the veil behind his head.

She looked at Dag's face. His eyes were watering. She pa.s.sed her hand on them, drying the tears.

Dag was surprised: from being complete strangers, now they were close enough to fell each other's breath.