Chapter 209 Tyr's Defeat?

Tyr was up against the Mad Hound and for some reason, Tyr could still stand in his weakened state.

But this did not feel like Tyr, was he even conscious?

His actions suggested so but what was this immense killing intent?

It was usually something that could be felt by higher warriors but everyone here felt it, including his allies.

It had no target, and this was the singular thing that stopped the fighting around them.

"You are not just a kid…. Are you?" The Mad Hound grinned, but words were not reaching Tyr.

This was the showdown that would decide which side the momentum swayed.

Tyr had the snow to thank for not burning as he had broken through the floor and into the snow beneath.

Tyr disappeared, his speed was so fast that no one present registered it.

The Mad Hound did not show fear, all that was on his face was excitement as he questioned just who the boy was.

He moved to grab Tyr and only then did he realize three fingers on his left hand were missing but he did not even see when Tyr attack him.

Tyr was muttering something in a foreign language, a language no one else knew so they assumed it to be gibberish.

"W-What?" The Mad Hound shouted. He moved to grab Tyr but Tyr vanished out of sight the moment his hand was within touching distance.

Tyr was not making use of his eyes, this much was evident by the state of his eyes but how was he perceiving his environment?

Thorvald's training might have played a factor but for some reason, this felt different.

The Mad Hound, however, was nowhere near his full strength because he could crush these ants with half of it but now, he had met a boy that had the power to claim his life, something he has not experienced in a very long time.

"Ha! You are strong but let's see how you handle this!" The Mad Hound said and the veins around his body became a lot more prominent.

And so did his muscle mass increase, how was this possible?

Tyr on the other hand might be impervious to pain right now but the longer he moved the way he did.

The faster not only was his stamina depleted but his body deteriorated.

Tyr stumbled, his feet becoming wobbly as blood slowly trickled down his nose.

He was reaching his limit, but he had gotten the interest of the Mad Hound.

He did not want to kill Tyr because he saw a pet in him but Kolbeinn on the other hand, that was a man that had to die today alongside the rest of the clan.

Speaking of Kolbeinn, where was he?

The Hound looked in the direction in which he lay but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is the other one?" The Mad Hound questioned and his metallic teeth biting his lower lips.

But he soon felt a blade impale his left leg, the best part of fighting a giant was their lower body was the most vulnerable aspect of themselves.

The Hound turned around and saw Kolbeinn there.

All he did in response to this was laugh because, in reality, the mass of his muscles had prevented the sword from even reaching his tendons.

He slap Kolbeinn away like he was some fly and Tyr was free of his trance-like state, dropping to his knees as his breathing heavied.

This man, Tyr knew he would not be able to defeat him even at full strength because what was this power?

Was Gissur stronger than him? If that was the case then they stood absolutely no chance at victory.

The Hound's "transformed" state made bypassing his muscles a near impossibility. It was like his skin had armor beneath them that even swords could not breach.

"Which one of you killed him?" The Hound questioned, he had seen the skills Tyr had displayed and knew he might just not be an innocent bystander despite his earlier train of thought.

Kolbeinn was silent because he did not know who he was talking about but Tyr on the other hand, wanted to know but maintained his silence for now.

"WHO KILLED MY TAMERS!?" The Hound screamed amidst the battles that continued around them.

They were not evenly matched yet the death toll was minimal.

"Your tamers?" Tyr asked, there was no way the brothers could have been the ones he was talking about because they were weak by the very sense of the word.

"NOA AND ISAK! WHO KILLED THEM!?" The Hound had somehow reverted to a child throwing a tantrum.

Kolbeinn looked over at Tyr, reaching for his weapon but Tyr shook his head to show disapproval of his action.

"Noa is alive…." Tyr muttered and the Mad Hound immediately dropped his weapon and rushed to Tyr.

Tyr braced himself because he mistook his advance as an attack but he stopped right in front of Tyr, crouching.

"Y-YOU ARE NOT LYING, ARE YOU!?" The Hound screamed and Tyr was taken aback by this.

But this was an opportunity, he did not seem to have the brain to match his immense physique.

"I am not, you can take me as a hostage and if my words are false, you may kill me." Tyr proposed.

He knew in reality that this man could kill him as he pleased but this proposition would somehow distort that suppose advantage.

"But if this was why you attacked us today, then I think the purpose is gone. It is admirable that you avenge your friends, I wish I was as strong as you. Maybe I could avenge…." Tyr paused but the 7ft man was invested, Tyr had drawn him in.

".... Nevermind…" Tyr said.

"Did someone kill your tamer too?" He asked and Tyr nodded with a saddened look in his eyes.

"But I was not as brave as you…" Tyr praised his courage and the compliment seemed to get in his head as he smiled sheepishly.

"STOP!" The mad Hound screamed and the battle subsided, his men standing side by side as they retreated.

"I am taking you with us and if you have hurt Noa I will kill you!" The Mad Hound said and just like that, the fight was over.

Tyr had noticed something strange with these people, they all felt like they were deformed or something.

Be it one's grotesque appearance or brothers sharing wives.

Tyr suspected that these people practiced incest, which would explain a lot about their regressed thinking.

The Mad Hound had the body to be the strongest warrior but his mind was one of the weakest.

He went from raging, to hopeful, to agreeing despite having the advantage.

It was thought that no one could control him, and that was because he was a child mentally that threw tantrums against anyone that was not his "parents" and the people that had "imprinted" on him and filled that role were the brothers.

Tyr was slung over his shoulder but something told Kolbeinn this would be the last time he saw him. Tyr's quick thinking had no only saved them but the majority of their forces remained.