Before Aasim was able to respond, the fierce Norseman kicked the spear right from his hands, leaving the young guardsman stupefied and defenseless. Ólafur had learned to use both fists and his strong legs to fight with, the trained warrior he was from his early age on. Aasim impulsively called the name of the almighty, trying to grasp what caused his opponent to burst out with such strength.
Ólafur just reacted on impulse, as if his body was eager to submit his armoured opponent. Fighting nude like this seemed to give him even more strength, as if he was empowered by Odin himself. Right before he kicked the spear from the guard’s hands, he even threw aside the unfamiliar sword, forcing this fight to be just man to man. The youth was struck by the brutal force of the fierce Norseman, but by his manly beauty and noble features at the same time. Never had he seen a blond warrior of this stature and superior might.