Kit suddenly lunges stabbing him in the arm and grabs his sword with his free hand then backs up quickly holding his dagger in his right and his sword in his left
He sweeps his hammer, catching him in the temple with it as he tries to retreat, lifting him several feet into the air from the force of the blow, sending him hurling backwards with at least a concussion, at worst a cracked skull.
Kit stumbles up luckily having just a concussion " let's do this we would both right each other till we died and I've had my fill of fighting shall we call it a tie" he says
He pants, resting on his hammer. "A draw then. I look forward to fighting by your side on the field of battle Kit." He smiles. "Now to wash all this blood off."
He gets a rush of screams, a deafening roar, and a howl of wordless rage, followed by a thick, wet crunching sound, from a massive, reptilian skull caving in from the blow of a hammer.
As Simon heals kit he sees flashes of his memories a memory of him running low gunfire being heard him at four years old finding camp half blood a bullet wound in his shoulder he also sees one last memory kits dad giving him his beanie
Simon looks up " it's vanir magic as my father is a vanir god instead of an aesir like yours it basically accelerates the healing process fast except healing everything perfectly "