Miracles

The Ogre took two steps in Tyr direction lifted his mace and once he was about to hit him Þunor lands a hit on the ogre leg and the Ogre begins to scream in pain while holding his neck, Þunor didn't do anything before because Tyr advised him to stay away otherwise he would disturb him, even though Þunor was slightly taller than most kids his age and practiced with the sword every day he was still a child.

The Ogre shifted his gaze to Þunor and starts chasing him, Þunor knew that this would probably be his last day alive but at least he was happy that he managed to shift the attention away from his brother.

"There's still hope, the Ogre is only fighting with one hand if I can land another hit on his neck I can bring him down"

He tried to infuse aura into the Axe but it proved to be more difficult than what he expected maybe due to the size of the Axe.

"I was hoping for a miracle but I feel like I'm really going to die"

After exchanging a few blows with the Ogre Þunor had bruises all over his body but still he didn't give up, all he needed was a clean hit and he would be able to kill that monster.

All of the sudden the Ogre throws the mace at Þunor with an incredible speed and in order to avoid some serious damage he blocks it with his left arm.

Now both Þunor and the Ogre could only use one harm to fight, the ogre lost the mace after the throw but that didn't matter now since Þunor only had a Axe that was really difficult to lift with only one harm. The monster was smiling like he knew the outcome of this fight.

Þunor looks at the Ogre and starts screaming.

"If I'm DYING you are going to die with ME"

After saying that he tried to infuse aura into the axe one more time and notices something different, the Aura that he infuse was cracking like lightning. Aura normally is blue but depending on the ability that one person might posses it can change colour for example Tyr aura was red like fire and Gruffydd Aura was Grey.

Þunor never saw aura cracking and making noises so that must mean that he has awakened an ability that was complementing his aura.

The ogre noticed that something was different but didn't stop, this was Þunor chance he didn't fully understand his ability but he knew that he could defeat the Ogre now, all he had to do was to focus all his energy into the axe and land a blow the Aura and the ability would do the rest. Once the Ogre gets close enough Þunor releases all his aura but something strange happens, the axe just absorbed all of the Aura.

"Don't tell me this is a magical Axe"

Magical weapons are artefacts that are really hard to find and they had a unique ability attached to them, to use a magical weapon first you need to infuse your aura into the weapon and the weapon needs to accept it otherwise it won't recognise you has the owner, after that if it accepts the aura it will release its ability momentarily.

"Don't tell me that the crackling sound that I heard just 5 seconds ago was the unique ability of this Axe"

Þunor starts to loose consciousness due to the excessive use of Aura, he let's go of the Axe that just 3 seconds ago seemed like it was his way out of this situation.

"I'm going to pass out…"

But before he fell to the ground he saw 7 swords impaling the ogre.