"The sea, the waves, the rocks... there's no doubt, it's all real! How can I counter this power?! I've never seen anything like it!" thought Dag, who, despite his powers, had to quickly devise something to deceive his opponent.

"All I have to do is think about a place on this planet... a place I've visited at least once... I just turn the key and..." 

As he spoke, Oyvind grabbed the axe again with both hands, and before Dag could get close to him, he quickly rotated it. 

"Aaagh! f.u.c.king! Aaagh!" yelled Dag, who suddenly found himself in the branches of a tree, as lianas wedged in his arms and legs, slowing his fall, but unbalancing him, causing him to end up back on the ground at the foot of the tree.

The scenario had changed again: the rocks and the sea were gone, giving way to a huge rainforest, with thick and swampy vegetation.

"Then? You lost your enthusiasm, Dag?!" said Oyvind, sitting on the roots of a large tree about 10 yards from him.

Dag rose to his feet, tearing off the lianas and branches off.

"What's going on, Oyvind? If you think you're so strong, how about you face me instead of keeping on running away? Are you afraid?" he asked, changing his approach and starting to provoke his opponent.

Less than a second after his words, Oyvind stood before him: "Don't provoke me, kid!" he exclaimed, trying to hit him with the axe after running as fast as the wind.

Dag parried the blow, moving both the hammer and the axe forward and crossing them.

The blow was so powerful that after the parry, his feet crawled on the marshy ground for a few meters, before stopping at contact with a rock.

Oyvind tried again to hit him, this time from above, jumping towards him.

The jump, unlike the shot he had taken just before, was much slower and Dag, after aiming, had time to condense a bundle of dark liquid, which squirted out of his chest and hardened at its end, becoming a blade, directed towards his opponent. 

Oyvind, while in mid-air, nimbly twisted and Dag's dark blade, directed at his chest, missed the target, slightly hitting him on his side and unbalancing him, causing him to change his trajectory. 

As soon as the enemy fell to the ground, Dag charged towards him, but he again managed to rest the axe on the ground and turn it, activating the teleportation.

This time, his feet remained on land, plunged up to his ankle in fine, grayish sand.

Oyvind stood in front of him and rose slowly, touching his bloodied side and trying to recover from the blow.

Dag looked around: there were no mountains or no rivers or trees.

"A desert? What is it, Oyvind, did you have little time to think?" he asked, ironically, walking slowly toward his opponent, who lifted the axe, waving it from top to bottom and producing a shockwave toward Dag, which lifted a considerable amount of sand.

He turned his back, preventing the sand from ending up in his eyes, but imagining it was just a diversion, he resumed his position soon after, at the exact moment Oyvind was trying to hit him sideways. 

Dag parried the shot again, causing his enemy to retreat, who tried to hit him again and again, with fast and powerful shots, but quite predictable.

"My fighting skills are superior to his. My movements are much faster and I can parry the blows of his axe with ease... I have to try to disarm him... I think there's no other way to win" thought Dag, who, after deflecting yet another shot, hit his opponent with a kick on his injured flank, causing him to back down panting. 

"Give me Freydis and I'll leave, without spilling any more blood" he exclaimed, walking toward Oyvind, as more liquid poured out of his shoulders, ready to strike.

"I don't think I will! I'm having so much fun! Hahaha!" he replied, who despite the deep wound returned to an upright position, ready to continue fighting.

Oyvind opened his hand and a dim green light appeared on his palm.

He pa.s.sed it on the wound on his side and within a few seconds, it healed, partially closing.

Dag approached him by walking quickly, after discovering his healer skills, which would make the fight even more difficult.

When he was a few feet away, he stopped, believing that trying to hit him would be useless, since his right hand was already on the handle of the axe, ready to teleport both of them somewhere else.

"What's going on kid? Are you pulling back? I've just begun!" yelled Oyvind again, who tried to surprise Dag, instead of activating the power of his axe, pulled it out of the sand, and lunged at him, trying to hit him hard.

Dag managed to dodge the blow, but the enemy continued.

The speed of the axe blows increased considerably, until, within a few seconds, he was able to move it as if it was a feather.

Oyvind continued to hit Dag again and again, so much so that he was forced to parry the following shots, slowly retreating and finding no room to counterattack.

"His axe has just surrounded itself with a yellowish aura, it must have activated an ability!" he thought, deflecting yet another blow, which finally unbalanced the enemy, who was forced to stop for a moment so as not to fall to the ground.

With a well-placed kick, Dag hit him on the knee, trying to make him completely lose his balance.

Oyvind, just before he fell, attempted another axe blow, which hit Dag's face, causing a superficial cut on his cheek.