Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (first ebook reader txt) 📗

feet taller than I was, with dark-blue skin and bald heads. Each of them had eyes a different shade of blue, and they were incredibly muscular and toned. They wore leather tunics, tall black boots that came up to their knees, and dark-gray armor on their chests and forearms.

“I said, where the fuck did you come from?” the man sneered. “Your kind is not welcome here.”

We’d come looking for a fight, and it seemed we’d found one.

Chapter 15

“Shite,” I breathed as I drew my sword.

Even without armor, I could tell these weren’t regular Jotunheim citizens. They each carried a weapon on their back or hip, and they were covered with plenty of scars. They were definitely part of one of the frost giant warbands, which meant they’d actually have skills.

This wasn’t the fight I was hoping for, but it would do. My crew and I were outnumbered two to one, but those weren’t terrible odds, not with how skilled we were.

“Go tell the others!” one of the men shouted.

At his order, a tall frost giant turned and ran into one of the tunnels leading off from the large open area we were in.

“Fuck,” I cursed. We couldn’t let anybody else know we were here. “Eira, go after him!”

“I’m already on it!” the redhead shouted as she rushed by me.

Several guys ran toward her, but she expertly dodged them and kept going, and I was right behind her to block them from continuing to pursue her.

Then Blar blasted them with fire from his spot on my shoulder.

The giants’ jaws dropped to see flames come out of a snow leopard, and they held their arms up to shield themselves.

Their attempt to block themselves gave me the opening I needed, so I quickly raised my foot and kicked one of them away, while I took a stab at the other one.

My blade made contact with his skin, but frost giants weren’t easy to stab through, so my sword only made it a few inches into his stomach.

“Ahhh!” the male screamed in pain, but then he gritted his teeth and grabbed my blade in an attempt to push it away.

I willed my sword to extend so it pushed all the way through the giant and into his spinal cord, and blood dripped through his fingers as my blade left deep, terrible gashes in his palms.

I yanked my sword from the man’s stomach as the frost giant I’d kicked away returned with a vengeance.

The large male swung his axe as he approached, but I pulled my blade up to block him. He was large, and his swings were wide, so I nearly stumbled over his dead friend as I tried to keep my distance.

“Blar!” I called out as I countered the man's attacks.

The little dragon flew up and let out another fire blast that gave me the opportunity I needed to disarm the man.

I swung my blade up and to the side so I caught his arms just below his wrists, and his hands still gripped the handle of his axe as they went flying into the air.

Blood squirted from the frost giant’s stumps, and he stared down in horror at where his hands used to be.

There wasn’t much he could do at this point without hands, and he’d bleed out soon anyway, so I raised my knee and kicked him square in the chest. He flew into the ice that surrounded us and slid down the cavern wall, and I swung around to see an incredible fray of swords, axes, and blood.

Asta and Kas were both locked in battle, with Inger and Uffe helping, of course, but before I could get too much of a glimpse, two other men were on me. They approached with swords at the ready, and one swung on me while the other tried to make his way around to my back.

“Your kind are trash,” the male in front of me spat, and I realized it was the larger frost giant who’d given the order a moment ago. “You will not leave our caves alive.”

“I don’t think it’s me you should be worried about,” I growled as I countered his attack by stepping to the side and lifting my blade.

“You walked into our city uninvited,” he roared. “You must die for your insolence!”

He came toward me with a flurry of wide swings, but I countered each one and allowed him to get a bit closer with each step.

Once he was near me, I stepped down hard on his foot as he swung, and I used his own momentum against him to push him to the ground.

He hit the ice floor with a thud, but the louder sound was the bone in his ankle as it cracked from where I still had his foot pinned to the ground.

The frost giant screamed in pain as bone protruded from his ankle, and his weapon clattered to the floor.

The man behind me let out a terrified gasp as his buddy fell to the ground, and I was sure he was shocked to see their plan hadn’t worked out the way they’d expected.

Before he could make a move, though, Blar blasted him with fire, and I spun around and swung my sword low.

I caught the frost giant below his kneecaps, which were a good foot higher off the ground than mine with his incredible height, and my blade went straight through one of his legs only to get stuck in the bone of the second one.

“Fuuuuuck!” the frost giant screamed, but at this point he’d seen me take out several of his friends, so he wasn’t willing to go down without a fight.

Even with only half of one leg, he reared his arms back and attempted to swing his sword at me again.

I ducked low as