District 42-Chapter 131: Struggling for freedom

Freygar was lurking around Casper during that fight. He barely could believe that the White warrior found a way to beat two copies of him at once. He was sure in the start that it would be enough, but the way that the soldier could deal with pressure and extremely dangerous situations was simply amazing.

At that moment, he was facing a formidable opponent that, willing him or not, was way better. If not for his resources, Freygar would have been defeated a long while ago, maybe even in their first battle. And even with all his equipment and preparation, Casper could counter him completely, no matter how much harsh the situation was.

"You are probably one of the more strong-willed individuals that I have ever fought in my life... But without the right things on your hands, you aren’t strong enough. I have some cards hidden that I can use, but... I am a warrior. I am an Aesir. I have my mission to complete, but I am no soldier at all. If there is something stronger than my will to fulfill my duty, it’s definitely my will to fight someone like you fair and square!" This way, Freygar let aside everything he could use there to end up with Casper.

He could lose there, but, anyway, the Ridires were ending with all the other prisoners. Winning or losing wouldn’t be a bad thing for the mission at all. He could fight without his equipment and tools without any regrets.

The only one there that was cornered was Casper, but it wasn’t something unfair. That soldier got stronger and sharper when facing harsh situations, and the Aesir wanted to knock his strongest self down, less than it wouldn’t be enough.

The warrior ran towards Casper, taking advantage of his distraction and bumping into him. Seeing the master key falling from his hands, he took it in the middle air.

The soldier immediately stared at him, then at the cube-shaped device on his hand. Freygar let him look at it for a long while, before putting it in his pocket.

"It’s clear for you, isn’t it, Casper? If you want it back, you will need to fight with me..." He thought while witnessing the face of the soldier turn into pure anger towards him.

"It’s better if you are duplicate now as well... If not, be prepared for what comes now." The White warrior took a fighting stance and approached Freygar with firm steps.

"I am looking forward to it..." And with those words, the Aesir let no doubts that it was him. None of his duplicates could talk after all.

The White warrior ran towards Freygar, who rushed forward as well, drawing a knife that was hanging on his hips. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Freygar was the first one to attack, wielding his knife with a lot of ability. Although he was more comfortable relying on his aim than in his fighting skills, he could very well handle a knife properly. However, Casper was a level above him regarding infighting, so he dodged each attack as if it was the easier thing in the world.

The last blow was completely countered. It was parried by the soldier, hitting the Aesir in his arm. That hit was incredibly strong, and Freygar felt it reverberate through his arm, as it probably hit a nerve. He immediately let the knife fall.

Casper caught the knife before it touched the ground, ducking as lower as he could. He grabbed it by its handle, which was the perfect position to follow with an attack.

When the Aesir realized, the knife was already stuck at his belly, then again at his thigh. He needed to push the White warrior away while brushing his hand off to prevent being stabbed more times.

That push was hard enough to make the soldier back several steps, but his rush did not end yet. Before he could lose his balance and timing, he threw the knife with all his might in Freygar’s direction.

The instincts of the Aesir warned him about the danger, and he stepped to the side. Instead of reaching his chest, the knife got stuck at his shoulder, at least half of its blade. He moaned in pain, taking it off at the exact time.

After nearly falling on the ground, but staying still on his ground, Casper did not lose time and burst towards that man again. His eyes were glazed, and all his body was responding at the exact time for his orders. He never felt so light and sharp before.

It was surely the deadline. The fact that, if he kept fighting there, more people would die behind him and all that action would be meaningless, kept driving him to do his best.

Freygar barely had time to recover and got kicked in his knee, bending down in pain, just to be struck with an uppercut that reached his throat.

"That’s... That’s what this hell of a man can do? That’s what he can do when pushed so hard by the scenario around him? Did you kept all this potential for yourself when you could become such a fighter?" Freygar was always stable, calm, and cold, but that day something was off... He was feeling excited. He was willing like never before to threw away the serenity of his mind, the calmness of his heart, and fight with all he had.

As harmed as he was, the Aesir remained firmly with his body straightened and fought back against him.

That battle became more brutal each time that passed. The two of them weren’t trying to dodge at all, they just defended their blows and counterattacked as they could, harming their arms with the number of blows they were receiving there, but never giving up and letting the other hit a vital spot.

Freygar wasn’t using his knife anymore. With the feeling that that battle was giving to him, all he wanted was it to last for some more time. It was like an epic tale, his moment to feel what was it to be a warrior again, and not just a government’s pawn.

He would fulfill his mission for sure, and then come back to the Jarls with his head raised and one more grand battle on his shoulders! That was his motivation there.

Now, for Casper, that battle wasn’t about his feelings of frustration or his will to pay back the last fight, nor the excitement of fight someone like that Aesir.

The only thing in his mind was the chance of freedom he gave for himself, and the lives of those who were fighting for it as well. He was willing to do it right this time. To trust in his comrades and lead them to victory.

"I can’t back away here. If I do, what will happen with all these people!? Maintain them in Halden and execute them is a completely different matter! Also, I need them to escape from this place!"

The White warrior wasn’t having an easy battle, but with each second that passed, the balance hung more to his side.

After all, Freygar couldn’t change completely in just some weeks. His patterns and habits in combat were the same as their first fight.

Casper had analyzed everything and memorized it as well. He could remember clearly his previous mistakes, the standards he could notice, the strong points, everything.

He read Freygar like a wide-open book, and he got used to his pace even more as that battle progressed.

It got to a point where just Casper was hitting, his punches and kicks solidly and hardly hitting Freygar’s body.

"I won’t... Let you... Take my... Freedom!" Casper’s arms were already numb after all the hits he gave, and it was unbelievable how Freygar, who was not supposed to be a resilient opponent in insight, could handle his assault.

Casper spun his body, and hit the Aesir with a heavy kick on his jaw, shattering its bones, but also breaking the support he had in his ankle.

Freygar fell to the ground right after this, his consciousness completely gone.

He ran towards his body and took the master key, thinking that he had done it just in time. He quickly picked up the cube and turned to his comrades to confirm how they were doing.

While he was turning his body, his heart raced with anticipation and he stopped to breathe for a while. Inside his head, all he could do was to pray for everything to be okay... But his world fell when he looked to what was made.

His comrades were all fallen to the ground. Some weren’t even moving anymore.

Even with their numerical advantage, they couldn’t stand with the double of troops from before, and with them still well equipped.

While Casper was fighting, they got all defeated.

The Ridires were solemnly standing in the corridor, looking at him. Most of them weren’t even harmed.

The White warrior was the only one standing. Call Alfar’s group would be useless now.

The soldier couldn’t do it in time.