Good Instincts 1.10 - ING. VERSIÓN

Kratos fell to the bottom of the cliff like a meteorite hitting the earth. Its fall provoked a great telluric movement that woke up everything that could have been sleeping in the depths of that valley. Only fog, dirt and trees of sinister shapes were visible. None had leaves, so it gave the impression of being a place of death. Kratos stood up and began to walk, noticing the stony ground and a warm feeling in the air. It was the fog itself that carried the heat of the hot springs along with the smell of rotten egg.

Kratos advanced through the fog and after taking his tenth step, hear the footsteps of another creature. From the weight and roll, he had a bad impression. The walk was clumsy, slow, one step at a time, while emitting a faint growl. Kratos pursed his nose and took the axe with both hands and kept moving forward. However, as he went deeper into the fog the number of clumsy steps began to multiply, coming from all directions and he had more bad thoughts. Until at last he saw a shadow in the middle of the fog. He was tall, stocky, thick-torsod and carried a battle axe in his hands.

Kratos continued to move forward and saw that the shadow in between the fog transformed into a draugrs. His eyes were lit with an igneous glow, he roared in the direction of Kratos and jumped five meters while raising the battle axe and unloading it with all his strength. Kratos moved to the right, as if his feet were sliding on the ground and avoid the cut. The head of the battle axe fell mighty and crashed into the earth, sending clods of earth flying through the air.

Kratos didn't even bother about the earth, once he stepped aside and let the axe pass, he advanced two steps forward, took his own axe with both hands, and discharged it against the neck of the dragurs.

The body of the draugrs feel inert, losing its igneous luster almost immediately. However, Kratos' struggle only got worse. The next instant, several shadows began to walk in his direction. All of corpse structure and an igneous brightness in his gaze. Some still wore a threadbare loincloth, a sign that they were long ago human. Kratos pursed his nose, took the handle of the axe with both hands, and just moved forward.

Meanwhile, Viggo was lying on the bank of a stony river. He smelled the rotten egg scent and began to wrinkle his nose. The cold water helped him clear and gradually woke up. The first thing he saw was the grass on the edge of the river. The lower half of his body was still in the water, while the rest of his body was lying on the grass on the shore. He supported his hands and felt the pain over his whole body. On the other hand, he notices that was still holding the sword that his father gave him with his right hand. He was so glad he was able to hold it back. Viggo nails the tip of the sword and supports his left hand to lift his torso. He raised his head and saw that his entire field of vision was covered by a thick fog. Outside the pasture of the riverbank, all the land around was parched, and several tens of meters beyond, above the thick fog, leafless trees were seen, with gloomy shapes.

Viggo put his left hand to his forehead, then slid it to his nose and noticed that he had it curved. He turned around and sat on the edge of the river. Put the sword aside and bring both hands to the septum of my nose. Then, he takes both sides and in a sharp gesture, align his septum.

-Aaaaa- Viggo scream - by god, how it hurts, how it hurts - then he stroked his nose in a soft gesture and looked around. There was a river 5 meters wide with 2 meters deep. The shore had more grass, but it only lasted a couple of meters. After that, everything became desert land. Viggo stood up, took his sword, and began to walk at a slow pace, occupying his own sword as a support staff.

-Damn, Viggo, you and your super ideas- he said, cursing himself -surely the bald man gets angry. Well, that's always-

Then Viggo let out a silly giggle without worrying where he was going. So, he advanced and to his surprise, he reached the end of the river, where it fell off another cliff, thus generating another waterfall. However, once he stood on the shore and looked down, he knew that this was the worst place in the world. Viggo fell on his butt, turned around and started crawling back.

-Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, if I had known that I was so lucky, I would have participated in the lottery of Orario-

If Viggo had continued to sail down the river to the waterfall, he would have fallen into a lava lake. Hence came the smell of rotten egg and all this fog. The water evaporated as it touched the base of the lava-covered cliff and emerged in the form of a cloud. Viggo stood up and began to walk at a bris pace in the other direction of the river. If that side led him to death, going up the river would be the way out, he assumed.

<Only look at things for what they are and be vigilant> Viggo hear in his mind and stop his advance. Then he felt his mind clearer and took a deep breath. It was clear, everything was covered with fog, and only the river, the land and the leafless trees could be seen. So what was there to fear? Why should he be careful how to move forward? However, the next instant he knew why. Clumsy footsteps were heard in the distance, at least twenty meters from him and some certain grunt animals. They were mild, as if they were only done for the least. However, Viggo knelt down and began to move crouched. Then he could see some silhouettes through the fog. They moved without order or intention. Just moving in circles or standing, as if they were soot and bark status.

-Draugrs, what was missing- murmured Viggo in a low tone and continued to advance along the side of the river, crouching and avoiding attention. The draugrs only remained on their perimeters and Viggo went unnoticed. That way he continued up the river bank until he could see the waterfall that went down next to the forest, where they fought the troll.

-This is going to be difficult- said Viggo looking at the great stone wall that he would have to climb in order to make his way back. Then he kept walking, thinking that he would never reach the base of the waterfall. At the same time, he notices that as it moved away from the lava pit, the fog became less dense, and the river narrowed to 3 meters wide and 1 meter deep.

Viggo let out a sigh after so much walking and crouched on the edge of the stream. He left his sword on the ground and carried his hands putting them in the form of a bowl. Drew water and bring it to his face to rinse his face. The simple rubbing of the ice water made his septum hurt and give a cry of pain.

Viggo was frozen, with his eyes closed and touching his septum with both hands – as it hurts, as it hurts – murmured. He channeled his energy into his septum and soon felt the relief on the cartilage. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the crystal clear water. He took another little water with his hands and drank it. However, he stayed halfway when hear some powerful footsteps. Very different from the slow and clumsy draugrs, they had a rhythm and awareness. Pum, pum, pum, pum, they sounded. Viggo took his sword and turned away from the river as fast as he could. Then, he saw how a creature three meters high approached the bank of the river. Viggo lay on the ground and looked at the creature from five meters away. It seems that the view of the creature was quite bad, as it went unnoticed.

The dark-colored creature looked like a huge gorilla with thorn-like bumps all over its head, back, and arms. However, when the bumps reached the forearms, they transformed into scales, as if given a kind of armor. On the other hand, Viggo thought that this might be a leader, since his face was painted as if he were a tribal chieftain.

Viggo only stared at him for a few seconds, then turned around and began to crawl on the ground to get away from the stream. However, when he reached ten meters away, he stopped in his tracks. There was a humanoid creature in an inanimate state, it looked like a macabre sculpture with a cadaveric shape covered with pieces of bark like skin. He turned left, trying to get away from the river and the creature. Their only way out was to reach the base of the waterfall and climb.

Viggo kept walking, and as he approached the waterfall, he sprayed the water to dissolve the fog. In this way, Viggo was exposed to whatever was thirty meters around. However, he never stopped as he could see the base of the waterfall about fifty meters away. He was too close to be frightened. However, a beastly roar stopped him. Viggo had to know, ogres never walk alone. Viggo began to run without looking back and heard the monstrous trot of a large beast. Be step in front of him, jumping with his hind legs and leaning on the knuckles of his hands. He stood five meters ahead of Viggo and smiled at him showing huge canines. Viggo froze for a moment and took a deep breath. He took his sword with both hands and prepared to fight. However, behind him hear the clumsy footsteps of creatures without reasoning. Viggo only concentrated on the opponent in front of him. He could only be vigilant and focus on what he saw. The ogre advanced leaning on his hands, accelerating his advance to every meter, until he took a big leap and raised his powerful hands to the sky.

At the same time, Viggo looked at the structure of the ogre and noticed that the softest flesh was in his stomach.

The ogre joins his hands in the air and discharges them as if they were a powerful hammer. Viggo jumped to the side and avoided being crushed. The hands hit the earth and it exploded in all directions. At the same time, the approaching draugrs gradually became upset and began to run in the direction of the ogre. They threw themselves on the creature and Viggo took advantage of trying to escape. However, he only managed to take five steps before being surrounded by draugrs. He gave a faint look at his back and noticed that the draugrs were insignificant rivals to the powerful ogre. The latter crushed them with his hands, beat them or took them and stamped them against the ground. A few seconds later, Viggo was surrounded, with the draugrs in front and an ogre on his back.

-Get ready, boy- roared Kratos coming out of the fog and running at full speed. He stopped for a split second, turned on his axis and with the same momentum, twelt his axe leaving a trail of heavenly brilliance. The axe flew more than thirty meters and was nailed to the ogre's shoulder. At the same time, Kratos threw himself at the draugrs and crushed them with his bare hands. Viggo ran in the direction of Kratos, raised his sword, and began cutting draugrs left and right. Viggo never knew if it was for the time being, his master's fighting spirit or his animal screams. But he saw himself screaming with all the strength of his heart.

Kratos slapped a cadaveric draugrs in the head and stopped for a few seconds. In just an instant there were only ten draugrs left and the furious ogre, who was walking forward limping with the axe stuck on his shoulder. Kratos looked at Viggo, noticed that he was "driving", so he left him alone and went for the ogre. The latter saw Kratos running in his direction. The ogre raised his arms to let them fall like heavy hammers. Kratos passed through the thick arms, jumped and raised his elbow, connecting a powerful blow to the jaw. The ogre stepped back and fell on his back. Kratos ran to the ogre's shoulder, took the handle of the axe and plovered the meat. The ogre screamed, threw a slap, and Kratos had to back off. Then the ogre stood up and threw himself head-on, intending to bite him. Kratos could see the huge canines of a monstrous jaw, but he responded to such an advance with an axe in his mouth. The blow was so forceful, that the ogre stepped back and fell on his back, only supported by his huge hands. However, regardless of whether the ogre was defeated, Kratos raised his axe with both hands and using the twist of his torso and arms, gave him another axe in his mouth while roaring a cry of fury.

At the same time, Viggo had been surrounded by five draugrs. He held his sword waiting for someone to approach, but it seems that none were willing to step forward. The igneous fire in his eyes seemed calmer, to the point that he was made to believe that there was reasoning in that dead body. Therefore, Viggo took the initiative and launched a war cry. He took two steps forward and cut a draugrs into his chest. Then he turned and threw the sword at the draugrs behind him, hitting his chest. Then he threw himself to the right and jumped, pushing his legs forward and hitting a draugr on the knee. The draugr fell to the ground with his broken leg and Viggo rejoined as quickly as he could, to step on his head with all his strength.

However, the other two remaining draugrs threw themselves and fell on him. Viggo was being bitten in his hands and arms as he felt his flesh being cut off by sharp teeth. It was just the pressure of the bite. Viggo screamed in pain and became so enraged that his pupils turned golden. He made a big move with his right hand and threw the draugrs into the air. He then clenched his right fist and punched the draugrs in the head and bit his left hand. Unlike the usual Viggo, this was an animal and hit his head so many times that it burst his minds, or what was left of them. However, the draugrs he had thrown into the distance, threw himself back on him with the intention of biting him and Viggo moved both hands forward, as if he was going to applaud. The head of the draugrs fell between the palms. The draugrs roared just a few centimeters from Viggo's face, but Viggo held him, while he was pushing his hands hard, until finally crushed his head.

Viggo, in the euphoria of the moment, stood up and screamed with all his strength. However, the next instant he felt too weak and fell unconscious, as if he had deflated.

Kratos who had already finished his fight with the ogre a minute ago, saw the fight and it seemed "right". However, he thought Viggo lacked discipline. He could be strong, but he lacked the rub in an environment where he lacked control. He lacked to face human cunning and not just the beastly sense of combat of these creatures. It would be a long road, he thought. Then Kratos walked to Viggo, anchored his axe to the ring on his back, threw Viggo on his shoulder and took the sword with his left hand.

-This thing is also bad- Kratos said, as if disapproving of the sword. He had to talk to the old one.