District 42-Chapter 80: Dreadful fight

Casper prepared himself for the upcoming assault that Alfar would do towards him.

The man indeed made it, charging forward and swiftly closing the distance as if it was nothing.

He followed with a wide, yet quick, swing with his huge claws; Casper leaned his body backward, seeing these black knives passing just some millimeters from his body, but just cutting the air. He struggled to maintain his balance and then counter-attacked before his enemy did, hitting him hard in the jaw with a kick.

The Dark elf retrieved some steps, but he didn’t seem too much harmed by the attack and stepped in again.

"Run now, if you want to live, you idiot!" The soldier shouted at Ragnar.

The next attack came so quick that he could not dodge, and just raised his right arm as a shield, blocking it. Alfar’s wrist got stopped by Casper’s forearm, preventing him to make any harm. However, the soldier was not counting on the strength that the man had.

At the moment that their arms collided, Casper felt like the pressure would make his leg’s bones shatter completely. It was a brute strength that someone as skinny as Alfar should not be able to exert. He needed to parry the attack to prevent him to break into his guard.

Before the White warrior could try to retaliate, another attack came, then another. Casper was rotating, ducking, and leaping around. One could say that it was a beautiful fight to watch, but the tension in the air was what made that be a dreadful fight. Each blow seemed to be more rapid and accurate than the previous one, and Casper was sure that in no time one would land.

His gray shirt was already torn all over, and even some scratches started to appear here and there.

Now that Ragnar had finally woke up to his senses, the soldier could focus entirely on that battle, but it still was absurdly difficult.

When he got the chance, in a split-second reaction, he countered an attack of Alfar, landing a powerful punch in the nose of his mask. The impact was so huge, as it used both, his and Casper’s strength, that the Dark elf retrieved several steps and seemed to be about to get knocked out.

The White warrior had the urge to keep pushing forward and finish the job with a flurry of blows while he was still dizzy and confused, but he did not. He was not sure how much was his resilience. He could keep up with the punches as much as he wanted but it ending up turning against him.

Now, Casper was trying to create some distance. For sure, there would be other safer ways to pass through that problem.

"Alfar is out of himself, that’s for sure. I don’t need to be much smart to know that it is a result of the experiments they are making with him. I wonder how I could bring him back to himself..." Casper had a theory that maybe he would react to external influences.

If something capable to make his old self react appeared now, it could be a solution to make him get back.

"However, I need to discover what kind of thing could motivate or influence him so much to the point of making Alfar woke up. I know him just for some days. I don’t know quite things about him." Casper frowned hard, trying to find a way to go.

Nevertheless, he could not stay for too long thinking to himself what to do. Soon, Alfar had already rushed towards him, as if he didn’t receive a powerful punch right on his face a while ago.

This time, a dangerous blow nearly got Casper on the face. He jumped backward to avoid that strike, but Alfar’s claws still hurt him in the forehead. The agility of the Dark elf kept increasing with time, and the more Casper looked at those dark eyes, the more amusement they seemed to express.

"This guy is adoring to hurt people... That’s creepy. It makes chills run down my spine. I had to deal with the craziest people of the world, but to someone show this much pleasure doing so..."

Casper had thought until that point how his body could bear such pressure, since he had passed many levels of his previous strength and agility potential.

He had his response when he started to hear the Elf’s bones cracking loudly, and his muscles tearing. The fact was that Alfar couldn’t bear that pressure, he was being obliged. The longer he stayed at that state, the more dangerous were the consequences of that power on his body.

Then, Casper realized something.

"Wait for a second... That’s it! The major motivation of Alfar. He never would be so amused by hurting people, nor hurting himself or fighting. The only and main ideal that I know about him is that he wishes to end up with the fights and stop people to hurt each other. If I can find a way to trigger this motivation on him, I think I can bring him back!"

Casper somersaulted, passing at the left side of Alfar while avoiding another slash in his throat. Swiftly, the Dark elf turned around to look at him and give chase. However, got surprised to see Casper still crouching on the ground and launching a kick towards his jaw. This time, he could not prevent himself to fall to the ground, completely dizzy.

In that mode, he couldn’t feel any pain, nor exhaustion, but his body still had its own limits.

After he fell to the ground, Casper quickly sat on his chest, immobilizing Alfar’s arms with his legs, he used his whole weight to keep him to force his body to stand up.

With his free hands, Casper slapped Alfar as hard as he could on the face, then yelled:

"What the actual hell that you are doing, man!?" He slapped him another time, which made him try even harder to take Casper off. "Weren’t you the one who said that would unite this whole prison? What was that blabbering about no fights and no blood for, huh? Look around where you are! You did all this mess with your own hands, take the consequences for it, you bastard!"

After catching his breath and press his body against Alfar to keep him immobilized, the soldier punched him this time. The Dark elf was going crazy and screaming at him.

"Look around!" He said again, then punched him once more. "Look at what you did, Alfar!"

Casper got deeply relieved when that man finally turned his head, glancing at all the corpses of his enemies and comrades fallen on the ground. He seemed to be surprised by the slaughter that he made as if he didn’t believe that he could do such a thing.

He turned to look at Casper again. Now, the soldier could not decide if he was dealing with the Dark elf or with Alfar. The man was struggling in an internal battle. His breath was unsteady, and his body was convulsing. Tears filled his eyes.

"Come back and fix the mess you made before I kill you!" Casper yelled again.

Then, those black veins in Alfar’s body started to disappear. His gray skin became pale again. His eyes began to enlighten, and Casper could see traces of humanity inside then, which made him release the breath he was holding.

The symptoms for a long time seemed to come back again, and it took a while for Alfar to stabilize completely, but he could finally pass through it.

The prisoners around were restless. Everyone was looking amazed at Casper. The White warrior, the only one present at that canteen without any technology beside him, none special power, had won a fight against the most terrifying individual in Halden. He just made the impossible... or what every prisoner there thought was impossible.

Casper stood up, looking at the tired man on the floor. He seemed to be in pain, and also with paralysis due to the great effort. He was sweating all over and looking with confused eyes at Casper.

"I am glad that you came back before ripping me off, man... I am really glad. Never do this again, you bastard... Oh my Odin..." He sat on the ground, sighing hard and rubbing his hair.

"I am melting..." Alfar answered, dumbfounded, as if that word was not what he really wanted to say.

Casper could find the energy to laugh at him. It was embarrassing how his voice echoed through the canteen, but he did not mind at all.

After some while he got up from the floor, feeling that he could trust in his legs to support him now. He stretched his hand to Alfar and helped him to, at least, raise his body.

"Stop talking nonsense. We have a prison to take control right now." Alfar nodded with his head, still dizzy.

Casper walked to the middle of the canteen and got up on a table. Every single prisoner in that place could not help but pay attention to him, the man that beat with his bare hands the Dark elf.