The Son Of Ragnar

Reidar ran right into Erik\'s swung sword, it was nothing short of impressive how Erik had the aptitude for different types of weapons but this could be attributed to the ring-like fights he occasionally hosted in his camp.

Reidar knew he could not stop in time but he used the muddy floor to his advantage, falling to his knees to not only dodge Erik\'s attack once more but the mud on the floor act as a slide, making sure the distance between him and Erik was closed down with this.

Sliding past Erik, he managed to inflict a small cut on his right upper thigh but unfortunately for Reidar, it was not deep enough.

"You are still holding back?" Erik asked, he looked disappointed by the level of injury Reidar had inflicted on him, he expected something far more devastating.

"Did he leave himself open intentionally? He really is crazy!" Reidar thought. Erik was scarier than his reputation, Reidar was more curious why a blow to the heart did not kill him.

"How are you still standing?" Reidar asked, coming to a stop. Erik turned around to look at him in his new position.

"Standing? I cannot be killed, Reidar," Erik said before dropping the broadsword and flexing his arms to loosen up his tensed-up muscles.

"What are you doing? Pick up your sword…" Reidar said, but his request fell on deaf ears.

But that was not the only thing Erik did, Erik removed his shirt and he was riddled with scars that matched his mutated face and a missing ear.

It was easy to tell that Erik has had multiple brushes with death and Reidar knew there was an unfathomable gap in their experience and strength.

​ "I only need my hands for you, I will crush your skull with these hands…." Erik threatened, Reidar was intimidated momentarily but he took a deep breath.

"Erik, can we just pretend we did not see each other and go our separate ways? I would have suggested it but I am afraid I have to kill you now…" Reidar said, dropping his weapon as well.

Erik found this strange because the only reason he did this was so the fight could last longer but he did not mind a good old brawl fest.

Reidar rushed towards Erik and Erik did not even bother avoiding his punch, Reidar had punched Erik right in the torso but he felt like his hand would fracture the moment it made contact with Erik\'s hardened body, forcing him to quickly return to his initial position to avoid any counter-attack but Erik did not make any move.

"On second thought, I think I will use my weapon," Reidar said, picking up his sword. Erik liked his energy, he danced with death yet he did not fear it.

Reidar\'s battle with Erik was interrupted by a woman, but this did not look like just any woman as she had on similar clothing to Reidar.

"Oi Arild, tag in?" Reidar shamelessly requested and Arild remained silent, watching both men intently. Arild had a forgettable face but her body was anything but that.

She had thick lips, and average-sized breasts, but her ass was the perfect size.

Erik looked at her with lust, already imagining what he could do with those lips.

Arild noticed Erik looking at her sensitive parts but she did not flinch, she could not blame him.

She wore exposing clothes, wearing a metallic brace plate that only covered her chest, and animal skin wrapped around her waist, barely reaching her knee with a huge battle ax hanging around her neck, supported by her hands.

"You should not be looking away, Erik," A voice said mere inches from Erik, Reidar once again exploited his lapse in concentration and he tried to sta Erik once again but Erik caught the blade with his bare hand, and it dug into his skin but it could not cut clean through his hand.

Erik turned and looked right at Reidar, before looking back at Arild.

"I have no more interest in you," Erik said, bending the sword with his brute strength right before jamming his fist right into Reidar\'s jaw. The blow shook his brain and sent the smaller Viking flying, that should be enough to knock him out. Erik looked at Arild but she was nowhere to be seen.

"You live up to your name, Erik. I do not know why but I have been instructed to take you alive," Arild said in the calmest of voices, despite seeing what he had just done to Reidar, she was unimpressed.

"Are you done messing around, Reidar? If the answer is yes, assume formation B," Arild was unsympathetic to Reidar\'s situation and for the first time in this battle, Erik was surprised.

There was no way Reidar should be conscious or even able to function properly yet he was doing just that.

Reidar was like a ragdoll, Erik has been pummeling him and landing hits that should otherwise be fatal but Reidar found a way to get back on his feet.

Reidar, however, dislocated his jaw and was in visible pain but he nodded.

"A woman that commands a man? I have better use for you and it does not involve your hands," Erik made a sexual remark that did not bother Arild as she was focused on the task before her.

The moment Reidar was on his feet, she moved but Erik noticed that Arild\'s giant ax was not on her but that was not the strangest thing. She was running on all fours.

Reidar tried to speak but his dislocated jaw forced him to recoil in pain, feeling the overwhelming sharp sting but whatever was about to come out of his mouth was best left unsaid.

Erik could not believe what he was seeing, she was fast but Erik was certain he could keep up.

Interlocking both his hands, he sent it downwards, he knew the force would snap her spine if it made contact with her back and Erik had no problems fucking a cripple.

But then her movements became unpredictable the moment Erik brought his hand down.

She not only dodged his attack by leaping up but she twisted in the air before landing a kick right into Erik\'s jaw, replicating his move and showing him that force was not necessary, Erik stumbled backward and found himself falling and then he realized why her ax was not with, it was right behind him and Erik knew the fate that awaited him if he did not break his fall but boy, was he fascinated by Arild.