From the looks of them, they must have been handpicked from biker gangs, mercenaries, and gangbangers. Wicked tattoos covered their faces and arms, and teeth that could turn a dentist into an overnight millionaire flashed from behind knotted beards. Even the women looked like their dental hygiene was limited to chewing tobacco and spitting. This wasn’t the first time I’d faced this lot. They were the trainers. Usually only one or two of them joined the team that faced me, but not today. Today, I was pissed because I continued to fail my sister. I should have found her by now. Four months had passed and I was still searching for her. To let out steam, I’d challenged the best fighters, and they’d obliged. Mother’s warriors were not much to look at, but they were fearless, relentless, and Immortal. Exactly what I needed today. I raised my arm, engaged speed runes, and channeled them until they connected with the runes on Gunnlögi’s handle.
