Ionestly, (how I say 'I honestly'), don't have a lot to say about this chapter - only this: I hope you like it, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.
If we hadn't been in such a dangerous, serious situation, I might have laughed. This mortal by far was the most stupid, out of all the ones I'd seen. And believe me, I'd seen lots of stupid mortals do stupid things. Unfortunately, this particular mortal was stupid – extremely stupid – and brave. So, after dousing myself with a shower in water, I followed Magnus the Stupid into the wall of flames.
The guy was already, on the floor, shuddering. His sword was also on the floor, but it looked different; the hilt was now visible, and all signs of rust had vanished. The sword had been renewed to its original form: Sumarbrander. I inhaled sharply, and it wasn't because of the smoke gathering around us. I now knew why Surt wanted the sword so badly. That sword would start Ragnarok. My mind started racing, but I knew I should stay concentrated. I was not about to let that very fashionable, fire-throwing monstrosity gain hold of Sumarbrander. "Hey!" I shouted, just to get Surt's attention, then summoned a bubble of water, and sent it flying in Surt's direction. While he spat out the water, I rolled over to him and punched him in the face, pinning him to the back of the bridge. He snarled at me. "Foolish child. Stop this madness, it's the sword I want – I never intended to hurt any of you." His eyes gleamed dangerously at the sight of the discarded sword on the floor of the bridge. "Although, if I have to hurt to get through to the sword, I will." Surt used the force of pushing off the railing on the bridge to kick me in the gut. His foot steamed on my stomach, and black spots danced across my eyes. I glared at the bridge floor. I wasn't going to throw up. I wasn't, I wasn't, I wasn't. I refused. Despite the searing pain burning through my left abdomen, I swallowed down the pain, (and most likely the pancakes I mentioned earlier).
When I tore my vision from the floor, I was greeted by the lovely sight of Magnus struggling against the might of Surt. Apparently Magnus had got lucky with the fire giant – he no longer had a nose – but now his luck was beginning to thin out. I watched in horror as Magnus and Surt went flying off the bridge, heading towards the icy water below. Oh no. They are not going to end the fight before I get involved. I ran towards one of the railings, then leaped off the bridge to save Magnus.
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