“Cursed man!”, he thundered, flinging at his enemy.
“Come on, be brave!”, Hardraker spurred him.
They started fighting heatedly again, crossing their blades and looking desperately for each other’s flesh. The rain was beating and burning them, but Johnny didn’t care. He could hear a rumble instead, which got louder till it turned into a roaring sound; the ground shook and the mountain was torn apart again.
It seemed as if Hardraker was going to fall. The boy took advantage of the situation and made a feint. The other man seemed to ignore his trick, gained ground and replied by a broad s***h. Johnny stopped it in mid-air and they both made a greater pressure to oppose each other’s strength.
“You can’t beat me.” Hardraker smiled, showing his golden teeth. They looked like yellow, worn fa
