Appearing out of the snow behind him, the real northerner slashed at Hadjar’s head with his saber. He brought the weapon down with the force of lightning arcing down from the sky. He buried his blade in Hadjar’s head, dug in and, not meeting any resistance, kept on going.
Hadjar, emerging from the shadow of the Seven Ravens, turned to the little dragon sleeping inside him. Together with the dragon and the black blade, he imagined an autumn leaf falling on the real Olgerd’s chest, who’d had no time to recover from the reversal.
Using the remainder of his energy, even allowing the ice to surge into his own body, Hadjar roared: “Falling Leaf!” He attacked with a vicious upward s***h.
The three dragons disappeared and the fake Olgerds turned into snow dust.
The spectators watched as th
