บท 164: CLXIV. The Kicker

Dag did not say a word and walked away from the enemy lying on the ground, putting the weapons in their place.

Karl was standing with his tomahawk in one hand and the shield in the other.

The enemy rose from the ground, touching his chin.

"I don't even ask you to say your last words... you're doomed now" Karl said, walking hard, dragging himself on his legs and slowly advancing towards him, who was wounded only on his face.

The man grabbed the spiked mace that had fallen to the ground and ran towards Karl, hitting him on the shoulder.

The metal nails of the mace lodged in his flesh and he grimaced in pain.

"Karl! What the fuck are you doing?!" yelled Reidar, as Dag tried to study his partner's attitude, without saying a word.

The enemy continued to hit him repeatedly, back on the arm and then on the chest, striking relatively weak blows, but which still injured Karl, due to the sharp nails on the weapon.