"You would not listen.", the big man growled, threw a glance to the house and turned back to Baldur.

But Baldur was too busy with his misery.

It didn't work. The touch of the guardian didn't work.

But his father had said it would be possible. He had promised that the guardian was capable of lifting the curse. He had said that if anybody was able to, it would be the guardian.

But the hit had not cured anything. It didn't make him feel anything.

It was just one hit like any other.

"No.", Baldur gasped and dig his hands into the cold ground. "No, no, no, no, no, no. No..."

Trapped in his own demise, he bend and twisted on the ground. In that moment he felt like pain overcame him, physical pain. It felt like all the terrible things of this world came crashing down on him, grabbed him by the feet and pulled him into the deepest depths of misery.

Steps approached.

The man came closer. With a harsh grip, he took his arm and pulled Baldur back to his feet.

Still caught by the tragedy, Baldur let his head fall back like a little child and sighed.

"Fine.", he mumbled. "My turn..."

He reached out and hit the stranger with all his might.

Gasping in surprise, he was torn off his feet and thrown into the air. His massive body tore some of the wood from the roof as he flew across the house and landed on the other side in the backyard.

Snow and soil filled the air as he slid over the frozen ground and came to a stand after a moment.

Baldur watched from the distance of the roof, as the man tried to get up, he jumped and attempted to smash his head with his foot.

But the size of this lousy guardian wasn't his only advantage. He was also rather quick on his feet, rolled away and escaped the ground shaking kick.

Annoyed, Baldur growled.

"How incredibly disappointing.", he hissed and clenched his hands into fists. "Come on then!"

Immediately, the stranger reached out and wanted to hit him.

But Baldur caught his fist, twisted it back and gave him a head bump that chased both their foreheads to crack and bleed.

The man stumbled back, confused by the sudden pain between his eyes.

But Baldur remained motionless. Displeased, he glared at him. He felt nothing but rage in that moment. Never before had he felt something this terrible. Never before had he been this disappointed.

Baring his teeth, he wanted to jump forward and throw all this rage towards the disappointment of his lifetime.

But the man jumped to the side, grabbed him by the feet and threw him across the area, through the trunk of a tree and into a stone.

The rough surface cracked underneath the pressure.

Sharp stones dug into his flesh, tearing skin apart and making blood splatter.

Chuckling while blood poured out of his mouth, Baldur spread his arms.

"You bore me!", he said and watched the man's reaction as the wounds started hissing and disappeared within the breath of a second.

Not a single scar was left.

Frowning in confusion, the man eyed him.

Baldur chuckled.

Quickly, he jumped forward while icy blue magic spread across his body and made his skin look like glowing ice. With full force he slammed into him. The pressure threw him into the air again as if his body was as light as a feather.

Two hits and Baldur smashed him into the ground.

Stones and frozen soil cracked like layers of ice.

Blood coloured the snow red.

But he didn't stop.

Quickly, he grabbed him by the ankles, threw him into the air again and started punching his chest until his back hit the roof of the house.

Wood and beams broke. Sharp wood dug into their skins, but the stranger was the only one who winced in pain and effort.

Driven by his anger, Baldur wrapped his hands around the man's neck while he struggled underneath him.

"Tell me what I want... Pain stops. Real simple.",
threateningly, Baldur raised his fist in an age or to hit his face again.

But the man dodged the hit, causing it to slam a hole into the roof. Now it was possible to throw a quick glance inside.

Two beds appeared.

Confused, Baldur frowned.

"What are there two beds in there?", he asked, halfway joking but with growing curiosity.

With a scream, the man grabbed his face, threw him over and smashed his head into the roof.

His face disfigured with anger, the stranger trapped him underneath his massive body and started hitting him without leaving a moment to react.

Groaning, Baldur crossed his arms and tried dodging the blows as well as possible.

But the stranger was stronger than he looked. He was mighty. One blow and the defence was broken, leaving Baldur with nothing to protect himself.

The first hit broke his nose. The second shattered his teeth and the third almost crushed his jaw. Blood coloured his vision red, covered his skin and stuck to his hair.

But he felt nothing.

How unsatisfying this fight was. What a waste of time it was.

All of a sudden, he through about you and the fragile body that you called a curse.

He wondered how your curse would react to this kind of physical contact.

Would you bend and break?

Or would you die?

How was it to die?

"LEAVE. MY. HOME!", he shouted.

With rage, the man continued to let his fists rain down on him. A scream left his bearded lips as he reached out with both hands and hit with such force that the two of them crashed through the roof.

Gasping, Baldur crashed to the ground while the man still tried to punch the endless life out of him.

Laughing, he wrapped his arms around his torso, slammed him into the ground and tore his head up to give him a kick that was enough to hurl him through the trunk of a tree.

With a loud crack it fell apart, burying him underneath.