Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 184: Scene CLXXXIV

“Tsk! Fucking kid, say that again-!”

“Milord, here they are...? Why tha glare this time?”

“Teehihi~! Buh bye~ Nu will join Master when Master goes back~!!”— To Kir’s innocent inquiry, the child mocked her Master; while the savage, ignorant of his aid in keeping the child safe from the Archduke’s hand wondered about her enthusiasm after allowing the girl to escape.

Unable to chase the mischievous child at the savages’ appearance, Aslak turned to face the nonchalant Sortnerers, staying as severe as he was to dryly demand an explanation of what he learned they had done while in his wife’s company.

“... Flaying?”

“Haven’t seen as nice skin. Wanted it at my tent.” — Vinka replied as if obvious. Causing his glare to lay on the other two men accompanying the wild woman who also imposed their presence in crossed arms.

“... I’ve sharpened my axe. Wanted to see a nice cut.” — Yngve said, smirking at the recall of how clean a cut it made.

“As for me, the scene looked fun.” — Smug, Auflulk admitted. — “The man’s skin, had never seen as wonderful.”

“Aie. It would be my tent’s Northen skin, haha!”

To the nonsensical reasons of the men he once also believed, Aslak’s glare became as if a glacier, falling on the one Constable that had been left in charge of keeping the barbarian from committing as their curious nature dictated.

“... Aie... Ya see, cumberwolds, this you’ve done-”

“What’s that.” — Ignorant to the insult, Yngve inquired, aware the meaning was not to be of his liking.

“Means your three are useless fucks.” — Aslak growled. — “Today was flaying, yesterday ya wanted ta empale an effing horse for its fur’s shade and killed the lad training it! What you’ve done is a pain in the arsehole that I have to explain Jollveld now!”

*Pang!* — The Constable’s shield came to cover the wildmen from Aslak’s axe while they remained unmoved... although noticing finally they were in trouble as the shield did not manage to contain completely the attack as the tip of the edge still made it through the thick wood.

“... So, that’s it. Ya cumberworlds fucked up, go lick Jollveld’s feet if ya will continue to do as if we are at Kleifar.” — After receiving Aslak’s intimidating stare of amber, Kir swallowed to continue explaining so his lord would not indulge in his accumulated frustration. — “Our Leader shouldn’t have to deal with you idiots waste.”

“... Who’s Jollveld.” — Then the one known as most clever between the three, Auflulk inquired. Making obvious to Aslak that nothing has been taught to the savages as they should have by his right hand.

“... Who’s Jollveld?... Kir. Perhaps it’s your arse I should gift to Jollveld.”

“...”

“Should I kill Jollveld? Seems annoying a northerner. Better off the earth.” — Later, Vinka said thinking for the better, glancing at Yngve whose nod came immediately in agreement.

“... Ya three kill Kir first. Then I’ll tell ya why we can’t kill Jollveld.”

“... Sounds good a challenge.” — Yngve said, taking a peek at the fellow Sortnerer he hadn’t brawled with as often. Taking as usual the opportunity to go against Aslak. — “I kill Kir, and ya take the axe against me, Aslak.”

“Tsk. None of that... I get it, Your Grace, I’ll teach them thoroughly.”

“No. I prefer ya going against these three. Ya were probably fucking tha servants that ya didn’t tell these he-goats what they should know.” — Disinterested already on the subject, Aslak walked to a near broken stone of the wall, seating roughly to point with his axe at the dirt before him. — “Someone’s blood should lay there at the end. Make it fun since ya made me come here at such a time.”

“... Truly?” — Kir asked, as severe.

“Want me ta cut your cock instead? This is ‘cause of that shit’s heat.”

“Aie~ hwahaha! A’ight, we fighting, shit-heads.” — Chuckling aware of what was best, Kir took his axe, while the others were already placing themselves around him, anticipating the encounter. — “Any wants from the lord?”

“... Remind Yngve why I don’t fight him. If one dies, that’s what earth wants supposedly, so do as you like.” —Recalling the pipe he had brought with him in wish to smoke in this outing, Aslak took pieces of loose straw to get the flame needed, taking notice of the other men peeking curious in their direction, smirking as the brawl could be more entertaining with an audience. — “Oi! Shit-borns! Kir against these three!!”

“Haha!! What did they do, Lord!?”

“Fucked too much! Bring flame and watch!!” — More enthusiastic, Aslak said. Not paying attention to the already ongoing fight, for the pipe he was to smoke was getting the fire to light the herbs.

Few puffs were given disinterested in the activity. And the Archduke welcomed the men making his troop as he relaxed with the taste of the smoke.

However soon enough.

*Bang!!*

The throw of a man landed at his feet causing the ground to tremor.

“kh...”

“If he doesn’t stand, that’s one out, milord.”

“Fuhh.... The waste you are... Yngve this was too fast even for ya.” — Staring at the man at his feet, Aslak tilted his head wondering how come the wildman had fallen so speedy. — “Are ya weaker now?”

“Effing earth... ribs... don’t ya tell the Veneer female.”

“... She cured ya, right?” — Staring displeased at the man who was rising again to continue the fight, Aslak inquired.

“She did.”

“... Break something else then. My woman took the burden, don’t ruin it... never again I’ll let you live it.”

“...” — At Aslak’s warning, Yngve simply stared, recalling the sight Aslak had allowed him to glance at the village. Annoyed and feeling impotent for the woman was in his thoughts... provoking his impulses to say his wild beliefs. — “... Lungs can be pulled out.”

“...”

“The Veneer woman. I’ll pull her out.”

“Fuhh... It’s good we’re not at Kleifar.” — Standing from his seat, Aslak threw his pipe without care on the ground, holding his weapon strongly angry, and with a clear desire for slaughter. — “Today you die, Yngve.”

“Hah-!?”

*Shwing!*

Solely a second of entertainment was granted to the reckless barbarian. For in a moment, Aslak’s weapon had already hit that of his, sending it flying at the savage’s surprise.

“Go get it. I’ll make you see eye with death while that axe serves for nothing in your hand.”