The Son Of Ragnar



Time went by slowly, each passing second increased the nerves of the warrior.

"THEY ARE HERE!!!" A man screamed and the lights that lit up their camp shut off, concealing them in complete darkness.

Finn was responsible for this because he was aware of what would happen if they saw them with those numbers, they would be sitting ducks, he waited for arrows to descend from above because that was a strategy commonly known.

"What is going on?" Finn thought to himself, he did not see anyone advancing or arrows coming down.

"They are not attacking?" Another Viking said and Finn was surprised by this because they were informed that the enemy was coming but no one came. 

"Fuck! We have been made!" Another man screamed, and he was right, the turning off of the light only informed them of their presence. 

Why did they choose the cover of darkness to attack? 

The conditions were strange but they had no choice but to fight in it because death did not wait for anyone. 

And then it began, Sighvatur had completely ignored this decoy and had gone around them, Finn was shocked because this should not have been possible, it was similar to the strategy he used for Sturla but Sighvatur saw through it easily.

"We have to inform the others!" Finn thought to himself as he jerked his head behind to establish that they had bypassed them.

Finn had used the lights as a beacon to draw them and turned them off when they were within range to trick them into thinking the forces were here and force them into being cautious.

But in reality, he had dug multiple ditches and covered them with light wood before covering them with snow to conceal them.

Finn wanted to run to inform them but he could hear the footsteps marching towards them showing that Sighvatur had no intentions of leaving them to their devices. 

He was going to wipe them all off the face of the earth, but Finn's trap was momentarily successful as it did well to delay the forces from reaching them but it did not last.

The men eventually started to slip past it, the fighting began, there was no time for Finn to even go back to inform them that they had failed to buy time.

"This is bad…!" A random Viking screamed right before he was cut down, the enemy was angry and wielded their blade with vengeance, a vengeance so overwhelming that even Finn could not withstand it.

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"The final battle has begun. I am afraid this is the last time I might be seeing you all…" Tyr whispered, they were laying low. They had abandoned their main camp that was well-lit, he knew that the enemies would go there first to confirm if they were there.

Tyr knew they could have the jump on them, and hoped that things would go according to plan.

Kolbeinn had volunteered to be the decoy considering he could not contribute to the fight, this was the only way he could be helpful and he waited in one of the many buildings around it.

Everyone thought Tyr and Kolbeinn were dead but this did not mean that SIghvatur had any plans of underestimating them, he was going to kill everyone.

Like Tyr predicted, they ran rampant in the camp, the forces stationed there were the members of Kolbeinn's clan.

They braced themselves and the battle soon began, the clashing of swords could be heard but Tyr picked up on something weird and that was the number of forces that were sent by the enemy, they were far too few.

Sighvatur had yet again caught on this ploy, this was troublesome because Tyr had yet to either see Jökull, Sighvatur, or Skaði.

And then they began to hear footsteps around them and they remained quiet, but that was the thing being partly buried in the snow on the floor, someone was bound to get stepped on.

This soon happened and the person stepped on bit his tongue, he did not let a single sound escape his lips because he knew if he did, he was as good as dead.

The foot soon left his back and he breathed a sigh of relief but a sword soon found its way through his head.

"They are on the floor, huh?" Jökull blurted out, he had seen through this because it was a strategy he had used, if it was as Skaði said, then there was no way that these were all the men they had so they had to be somewhere else.

Tyr knew they had been had, their plan had gone to shit because Sighvatur had somehow seen through everything so Tyr was on the defense.

Tyr remained in the snow but the men around him rose, and the fight began around him, but this allowed the focus to be on those that stood up.

Tyr had to keep the illusion of his death and his eyes were focused on Jökull, he was waiting for an opening because he only had one chance at this.

Tyr had no interest in fighting fair and the men that were fighting right now were Sturlungar clan members that had switched allegiance. 

He wanted Jökull to drop his guard enough for him to deliver the finishing blows, Jökull was cautious and he could tell by his body language as he cut them down one at a time.

Jökull eventually turned his back to Tyr and this was the moment Tyr was waiting to take down one of their higher-ranked warriors and he managed to leave the snow like he was Ghost in COD, camouflaged by the snow as he inched towards Jökull.

Tyr swung his ax without hesitation intending to bury it into Jökull's back but his metallic ax made contact with something, a spear to be precise.

"H-How are you alive!?" A feminine voice asked, it was Skaði's voice and with this, Jökull turned around to look at Tyr. Tyr did not know Skaði was present or he would have never made his move because now he found himself in a 2V1 situation.

"Well, fuck…" Tyr thought to himself.