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Part 4

Squeezing his hand around the sword handle, Tino was ready to strike and put the enemy out of action. He took a silent deep breath, quickly got up and without any difficulties or hesitation pierced the blade through the stranger's lower back, who didn't even have time to let out a scream; only fell to the ground with a bump, dropping his weapon that had been of little use to him now. It was an axe. The same axe that had been thrown at Tino and Herra Sininen, which had thankfully missed. Coming to think of it again, the Finn knew he had to fix his shoulder rather sooner than later. Leaving the body like that Tino ran away to find a safe spot to fix his throbbing upper arm. Since he knew the forest he made it to one of his favourite resting spots without incident. It was a large old tree you could climb up even with only one functional arm. For someone larger it was possible that the branches could crack under their weight but Tino was light enough to make it without making much noise. Putting his sword back into its sheath to have his hands free, the blond put on a determined expression and started climbing up the thick stem. When he felt that he had climbed high enough he sat down on one of the thicker branches and balanced himself, placing his left hand on the hurt shoulder. The gentle contact felt more as that of a hammer hitting him hard spot on the wounded limb rather than his small hand barely touching it. Breathing didn't help either; it only got the crushing feeling back. Taking a deep breath made him dizzy as the sharp and tearing pain stretched up to his head. He gripped harder paying no mind to the protests that his entire body was screaming to him. "Yks… kaks…" he began and then tightly knitted his eyes together. "…kol!"

It was over quicker than he imagined and he felt nothing tearing his flesh and nerve system apart any longer. The loud crack had been somewhat disgusting as incredible pain had shot through his entire arm but it was thankfully only for mere seconds. Tino took a deep breath to not collapse – or scream as as he had wanted to do for a long time now – and gathered his thoughts. He had to find Herra Sininen again. He didn't even know why, it was just one of those feelings. A feeling that it was important – perhaps stupid – but worth following. Maybe he needed help. It was the two of them against the offenders. The Finn slowly crawled down from his haven and drew his sword, finally gaining the use of his right arm again.

Suddenly the stench of blood reached his nostrils, a whole lot of blood. To find its origin Tino turned around and was met by a green-eyed male holding a knife. A knife that he forced into Tino's flesh right above his collarbone. It was the assumedly dead axe man – Kirvesmies was his new name – who was beyond furious. While Tino was gasping for air as Kirvesmies sadistically twisted the knife around he hurriedly pushed him away with all that was him and the knife left his collarbone.

His attacker was badly hurt and therefore vulnerable. It was obvious that his senses were impaired as the push made him stumble and fall to the ground. Tino hardened his grip of the sword and raised it, ready to kill him. The stranger looked up at his face. He seemed angry but his eyes were scared. Tino sighed and lowered the sword. His eyes travelled aside, as he now feelt quite ashamed. "I don't want to kill you…"

"You shoulda thought of that earlier!" he snarled, indicating his injury.

A sting of guilt reached Tino's heart but he hid it well to not show any weakness. "It wasn't lethal…"

"Maybe not, but slowly letting me bleed to death was obviously fine!"

Tino rolled his eyes. "You'll be fine. Just put some pressure on it…" He wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not – after all, his intention had been to kill him, and he had always been a bad liar so hopefully that was the case here too. At the moment he truly didn't want to kill anyone, even if this man and his companions had come without neither invitation nor warning all on the same day and made a mess on his land. With nothing more to say and without any more business with Kirvesmies Tino turned on his heels and started jogging off from the hurt man. His one and only goal at the moment was to find Herra Sininen and so he decided that he didn't have any time to be bothered by the open wound in his poor collarbone or attend men who had tried to kill him.

Running quickly without making a noise was one of his specialities. Usually it would include climbing up trees and hiding behind rocks as when he been luring Herra Sininen around in circles. It was easy for him to confuse anyone if he just wished for it. At this moment there was no one to confuse that he was aware of and for that reason alone it was simple to decide that he should take weird turns, hide and climb trees as if he was only running around madly.

After just a short while it seemed okay to assume that no one was following him – or at least had lost track of his as well as their own whereabouts – but something made Tino freeze up in the tree he had just climbed up. There was a scream, a deep scream that made the Finn instinctively try to locate its owner. He moved to the other side of the stem and sat on a branch that seemed as if it was ready to break. However, Tino didn't pay attention to that as he had found what he was looking for. Not far from where he was perched he could see Herra Sininen half lying on the ground with an arrow in his leg. Three men were standing in a half circle with their weapons ready. Another man with dirty blond hair was squatting on a rock behind him. He had a huge battle axe resting next to him. "Oi, Sweden!" he called while getting off the rock.


Next chapter is the last! I hope anyone who reads this short story appreciates it so far!

Anyways, here are the translations. :D

Translations:
Herra Sininen = Mr. Blue
Kirvesmies = "The Axe Man" (and "timber man"? Or something...)
Yks (yksi) = One
Kaks (kaksi) = Two
Kol (kolme) = Three