The Son Of Ragnar

Kolbeinn could hear the clashing of blades outside and the battle was intensifying, the idea was for him to stay here and fight them in a closed-off space but Kolbeinn was not comfortable sitting idle.

The Mad Hound might be there, smashing the enemies to pieces but he did not know for how long he could keep this up as everyone had their limit.

Kolbeinn opened the door and he was greeted by the aggressive air that shot through the door, he squinted his eyes to shield himself from it but this did not mean he would back down.

He powered through and went out, to his surprise they had the upper hand and the casualties were anything but controlled.

Bodies lay everywhere, and the Mad Hound fighting and killing with ease, Kolbeinn noticed he was not even at full strength yet which was interesting.

They still had the upper hand but he noticed the enemies were focusing more on him, they were trying to kill him because he was the main threat, but this also meant that they were unaware of Kolbeinn\'s existence.

Kolbeinn looked for his daughter but she was hidden on top of one of the hastily constructed building, shooting her arrows like a sniper as it burrowed into the enemies.

She was providing backup for The Mad Hound because his importance in this fight could not be underestimated.

The Mad Hound saw Koleinn, who was cloaked from head to toe so the enemies could not discern his identity.

He knew if Kolbeinn moved too much, his wounds would simply reopen and he would bleed to death because everyone was too preoccupied not dying to rescue him.

Gudrun soon saw her father, she was angry that Tyr kept his plan from her but she understood why he did it because he needed her reaction to be believable and she was certain her reaction sold the illusion.

Gudrun was not about to allow her father to die a second time and took extra care in ensuring that. Kolbeinn was spotted and the enemies rushed to make quick work of him because of his intimidating frame. 

These attackers were met with multiple arrows but Gudrun gave away her position with this attack and the house she was taking refuge on was soon set ablaze.

She was going to burn if she stayed and if she jumped, she would be surrounded by enemies.

A nightmare for a long-distance fighter but she had no choice.

Gudrun leaped from the building, letting arrows fly chaotically, killing two people in front of her before she landed, giving her space to run even though she knew she would be chased.

But someone stood behind her to halt the advance of these enemies, it was Nora.

Nora remained, with her blade drawn as she began fighting but this time was enough for Gudrun to shoot arrows to provide her friend support as they were proving to be a formidable team.

eαglesnᴏνel They made quick work of their enemies but they noticed that they too had lost far too many men, the Mad Hound had also killed the enemies focused on him.

They needed to regroup because Kolbeinn knew the enemies had a lot more men and if another wave was to come, then there was no surviving it.

"Fall back!" Kolbeinn gave the orders and everyone ran from the camp, the Mad Hound picked up the Chieftain and placed him on his shoulder as he ran into the darkness.

This was a victory for the Sturlungar clan as they celebrated, they had sent them running but there was nowhere to run.

Because they were on course to meet Aksel and his men, this was the worst possible outcome because the warriors under Aksel were far more seasoned than your average warrior under the Sturlungar clan.

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Tyr was locked in with Jökull, he was surprised that Askild had ordered for his head and how Sighvatur had no intentions of holding up the bargain he had made with Signy. 

He now understood why Kljell was worried, Kjell\'s suspicion was spot on and that was why he wanted the heads of Sturla and his father.

Kjell suspected this and had taken it into his own hands to ensure that Kattegat does not gain even more power by using these barbarians because if they did and Signy does grant them land.

They will be sharing territory with a potential enemy, but this was the least of Tyr\'s worries as he took a look around him and knew that his men would not hold up for much longer but was retreating the right thing to do?

Tyr knew it would take a hit on their confidence but at this rate, he would die alongside his men. 

There was still so much he wanted to accomplish, Valhalla was the last thing on his mind. 

"You wish to retreat?" Jökull asked, noticing the young warrior darting his head left and right like he was searching for a way out.

"Retreat? I will never leave my men to their death. If they die today, I will die with them," Tyr said, and the look on Skaði\'s face was one of disbelief. 

"THAT IS NONSENSE! YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW THEM!" Skaði lost her cool, she was growing tired of the chivalry act and opposed it as being pretentious. 

"Know them? They swore their lives to me, they are a part of me," Tyr said; the men under him heard this and this renewed their fighting spirit as they now knew if they died, Tyr was going to die alongside them.

He was not going to abandon them, they were no longer fighting for their new Chieftain but his survival depended on their survival.

Skaði was quiet, she had always been taught that people are meant to be used, and once they were of no use, you discard them as Jökull just attempted to do. 

Tyr was breaking through to her, he was breaking through her hardened heart because there is no warrior that does not admire loyalty.

Jökull, however, remained resolute and Tyr\'s words were just words because words become useless if one dies, eventually, history would forget about those words but not the actions, actions are eternal.

The victor of this battle is what history will remember.