75 To Make A Beast

Taira pulled his mangled body off the ground with great difficulty.

If any of his wives or friends could see him now, they would undoubtedly be horrified.

His body that they were so fond of was now littered with bruises, claw marks, and bite wounds.

He wasn't sure how long he had been undergoing this surprise 'training' with the beast god.

Time seemed to be meaningless here, and he could have been within this space from anywhere to one hour to one year.

"Come on, sword! The time of a god is precious!" Fenris chided.

Taira growled as he pushed his silver hair out of his eyes just in time to see the beast god running at him on all fours.

He barely had time to throw his arms up and block the blow before a large clawed foot came barreling into them; shattering his forearms like glass.

"No! Are you damned stupid?!" Fenris roared.