342 CCCXLII. The Rough Manners

Just then, Kjell, with his usual cryptic and mysterious way of doing, unfurled his two chains and approached them, who as soon as they saw him arrive stopped.

"In that way, you won't be able to kill a Jotunn in a million years! Come on, try me, I'll show you!" he yelled angrily at them, making them tremble like frightened rabbits.

"Master Kjell... but if we hit you, you'd risk getting hurt... these are not fake weapons, we're using..." 

"I said hit me! It's an order! If you can't comply with an order, you're not worthy to fight alongside your Masters!" he yelled again, looking them in the eye one by one.

The five warriors surrounded him as they had done with the dummy, two forwards and three behind, ready to strike him as soon as he lowered his guard.

"I'm not as tall as a giant, but with the chains, I'll simulate his own attack range: "Kjell said, shortening the chains and making them the same length as the arms of the training dummy.