Deathslayer: A Return to Damnation

Chapter Twelve -Jormungandr

Forgiveness is a powerful tool. A tool that many in the world have not and will not ever fully embrace. A tool that Styrkar had snapped in half by his own hand years ago. Now they stood here in the remains of what used to be Jormungandr's home after the war, walking in circles. Styrkar would step to the side and Jormungandr would mimic him. "You are not welcome here, Tyrant," Jormungandr shouted.

"Tyrant? That's rich coming from you," Styrkar shouted back. "Do you not remember when you literally stabbed me in the back, or tried to, in order to take control of our crew?" Styrkar reminded him. Jormungandr's anger flared up in his chest. "I attempted to mutiny because you let forty six of our men go to their death knowing full and well that they wouldn't make it out alive. You were so obsessed with your revenge that you didn't bother to think about your soldiers-" Jormungandr tried to continue but then found a huge ax swinging towards his neck. He ducked under it and punched Styrkar in the gut with his huge mace of a hand. He then dodged to the side and slammed his hand down on Styrkar's back, sending him flying to the ground and dropping his ax. "I'm stronger now, Deathslayer, you have no chance against me," Jormungandr reminded him.

Styrkar quickly got up and raised his ax high above his head and swung it down, Jormungandr stepped to the side and stabbed Styrkar on the side with one of his spikes. Luckily Styrkar's skin reflected the attack but it wasn't long before Jormungandr came back down with another blow, this time to Styrkar's foot that made him unable to move. He was trapped under Jormungandr's huge mace hand. It was unbelievable, how could there be something that the deathslayer himself couldn't lift? Jormungandr then moved his arm up and revealed that the giant spiked ball which was keeping Styrkar in place was on a chain connected to the mechanical arm. "You're screwed," Jormungandr joked as he wrapped the chain around Styrkar's throat and began choking him out. "Holy metal, the strongest against revenant scum such as you," Jormungandr explained. Styrkar wanted to cuss under his breath but it wasn't entirely possible given that he was being choked and didn't have any breath to cuss under at that exact moment.

Something snapped in Styrkar, something that he had felt snap before but something that didn't snap very often. It was his ruthlessness, it kicked in like a mule as he wrapped his face around Jormungandrs head and began squeezing. Jormungandr shouted in pain as he jumped backwards, moving the spiked ball off of Styrkar's foot. Styrkar then grabbed his ax and slowly began to walk forwards. Jormungandr charged forwards, stopping a few feet short of Styrkar and swinging the ball around, sending it flying towards Styrkar. Styrkar jumped back and pressed one hand against the ball, smacking it back towards Jormungandr. Jormungandr reached his hand across from him and held it up to the ball, it came firing back into place turning his hand from a flail to a mace again. He then began to shoot fire out from his arm in Styrkar's direction, concealing their battleground in smoke. "I thought you'd know that fire doesn't hurt me," Styrkar said as he slowly marched through the flames. Although when he reached the other side he found it deserted. He then felt a huge force on the side of his head and went flying into a building. He then watched as the huge apartment building collapsed on top of him. He raised his hands to protect himself but the crushing weight of the building turned everything black. "The fire was just a distraction," Jormungandr said in between loud and heavy gasps for air. All the excitement was getting to him, he fell to his knees in aw of what he had just done. He then heard a loud rumble and cussed under his breath.

The rubble of the building lurched forward as Styrkar dove out from it, tackling Jormungandr and punching him heavily in the face. He began to beat Jormungandr down, smacking his face over and over again. Slowly but surely bashing his head in, Jormungandr's thick skull making crunching noises after each and every punch. Jormungander swung his mechanical arm around and hit Styrkar off of him but once he got up he saw Styrkar charging towards him with his ax in hand. He managed to block the ax with his mechanical arm but it left a huge dent in his arm. "You cannot win this fight," Jormungandr told him. "I can't lose it either," Styrkar boasted. Jormungandr gave a loud grunt as he shot his spiked ball at Styrkar, it clashed with the blade of Styrkar's ax as the deathslayer deflected the ball to the side and chopped at the chain which held it. The chain was still intact and in fact was starting to wrap around Styrkar's body as Jormungandr started to run circles around him. For a large man Jormungandr was fast, but unlucky for him, Styrkar was smart. He reached out and grabbed Jormungandr by the throat, clenching his fist with all his might around Jormungandr's throat. Jormungandr pulled the ball back towards them and it clipped Styrkar's leg, knocking him off balance.

Jormungander then swung the ball over his head towards Styrkar's body on the ground, Styrkar caught it with his hands. "You fight with anger, Jormungandr," Styrkar shouted. Jormungandr came forward and put one foot on top of the ball. "My anger fuels me," Jormungandr stated with a smile on his face. "That's the wrong thing to fight with, old friend," Styrkar stated. "Oh yeah? and what do you fight with? A winning attitude?" Jormungandr applied more pressure on the ball. Styrkar was having a hard time holding it up and stopping it from landing on him.

Styrkar quickly shoved the ball to the side and brought his fist up straight towards Jormungandr's manhood. Delivering a blow hard enough that he watched as blood splattered against his pants. "Ruthlessness," Styrkar stood up and fell to his knees on top of Jormungandr, putting his fingers gently against Jormungandr's eyes and then slowly pressing down. Blood squirting all over the place and spraying his armor. Styrkar then grabbed the mechanical arm and tore it off of his body, causing him immense pain. The Deathslayer then stood up and grabbed his ax. "I give you the chance for one last prayer, my friend," Styrkar told him. 

Jormungandr slowly struggled to his knees and held one hand towards the heavens in prayer. He lowered his head and began to pray. "Dear holy father, Please forgive my wrongdoings and sin-" before he could even get halfway through Styrkar brought the blade down on his head. Slicing the mutineer in two.