The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr had shown Kolbeinn he was not who he thought he was, he had taken off his shirt in this cold weather so he could truly excel with his combat prowess.

Kolbeinn smirked as he burst out laughing. Yes, Tyr was living up to his name as a son of Ragnar. This was the strength he expected.

Tyr had assimilated Kolbeinn's fighting style with the savages, this deserved praise as he had effectively made up his unique fighting style.

Kolbeinn knew he could not charge at him nor could he rely on his earlier tricks but this fight was not about superior strength, they could get one another to submit.

Tyr cracked his neck, he was ready for the third exchange and he intended for it to be the last.

Tyr pointed his axes to the sky and then pointed it at Kolbeinn but the moment he did, the light in his eyes vanished and Kolbeinn instinctively knew his life was in danger.

Nora was frightened as well, Tyr did not hide his killing intent and everyone knew he intended to kill Kolbeinn right here and now, he wanted to stain his axes with Kolbeinn's blood.

"It will be decided with this blow…" Kolbeinn thought, bracing himself as he waited for Tyr to come at me, which he did.

Tyr charged at him but Kolbeinn held his swing until the last minute, he did not swing carelessly and saw through Tyr's obvious bait.

Tyr tried to draw him into making an early attack but had failed, and Kolbeinn's outstretched fist was coming right at Tyr.

He had ample time to evade it but he had seen how Kolbeinn fought by drawing him into predictable actions where he would strike so the only thing he could do was do something that he could not predict.

Tyr moved his head forward to meet his fist halfway, greatly diminishing the force of his blow and the distance made it difficult for Kolbeinn to swing his sword.

Tyr nodded harder a second time, blood dripping down the forehead of both of them, causing them to reel backward due to the concussive force.

Kolbeinn swung his blade, hoping to gain the upper hand in Tyr's current state but Tyr dodged his swing and instantly swept the older Chieftain off his feet and onto the ground.

Tyr was dominating this fight, he was young yet had experience because he had fought a broader range of enemies, enemies with different fighting styles allowing him to become far more flexible in combat. Kolbeinn was afflicted by a certain limitation as his enemies have been pretty much the same for the longest time and the battles he has been fighting, he always crushed with overwhelming strength.

The battles he was not certain to win, he did not engage and that is the same reason he was avoiding Gissur.

Kolbeinn fell with a loud thump and Tyr stood above him like a menacing god.

"W-Wow…" A man muttered, he could not believe how strong Tyr was, no one could.

"Do you concede or do you still think the gods want me dead?" Tyr asked and Kolbeinn simply laughed at this, he was stronger than Tyr, there was no doubt about that.

Yet he was the one with his back on the floor, Kolbeinn was glad that this boy was on his side.

Tyr Ragnarsson had emerged the victor but Kolbeinn had not yet conceded defeat.

He stared at Tyr in the eyes, these were not the eyes of a kid, and he knew Tyr had no qualms about killing him right now.

"I concede," Kolbeinn gave up and everyone gasped because there was a rule to this and that was, Tyr got to decide if he got to live or not.

The air was tense, and everyone knew what would happen if Tyr killed him, Tyr clenched the hilt of his weapons but before Kolbeinn noticed the light in Tyr's eyes had returned.

Tyr could kill him and become their new leader but Tyr knew he needed them to trust him more than he needed to lead them.

Dropping his axes, he stretched out his hand to help Kolbeinn to his feet, and a smile creased the boy in dreads' face.

"That was a good fight Chieftain Kolbeinn, I enjoyed it very much…" Tyr commended him and Kolbeinn took his hands, Tyr had demonstrated to everyone present just why they needed him.

He was not some random warrior they could find anywhere, witnessing someone's strength is a lot different than hearing about it,

The trial was concluded and Tyr was deemed not guilty, not a single person opposed this verdict and this was further helped by Finn's testimony, he was unconscious and did not see the events that transpired. It matched Nora's testimony but something was amiss.

He had no reason to want to rape Nora, there were plenty of beautiful women that would happily sleep with him. Nora was the least attractive woman here but then again, beauty was subjective.

Kolbeinn knew something was amiss but he could not wrap his fingers around it and summed it up as him overthinking.

Tyr had something else to look forward to, and that was meeting Nora's lover the next. Nora trusted Tyr with every fiber of her being after she watched him go that far to defend her honor and every second thought she had about trusting Tyr left her body.

The day went by with no more trouble, the body of the man that Tyr had killed was thrown and disposed of like garbage.

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"King Ragnar, we still have no report on Tyr Ragnarsson, Erik's body has still been the only body that has been found. I hate to say it but I fear whoever killed Erik took your son," Skarde reported to his friend that ascended the throne,

"No…. He cannot die that easily, Tyr is…. Tyr is special and when he returns… This world that we know, it will cease to exist," Ragnar said, his beard had grown exponentially, reaching his lower chest. Vestfold had recovered their strength as more people were willing to pledge their allegiance to Ragnar when he cut off ties with Kattegat as he concluded with,

"Tyr will rebuild the Viking era."