The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr managed to land the first hit but something told him he would regret this.

There was a statement that Salgard's brother had said to Bjorn and it had something to do with blood but was he ever talking about the blood of his enemies?

The moment Salgard saw the blood dripping down his nose, the smile on his face disappeared.

Tyr braced himself for what was to come because he was about to get what he wished for, he was about to see Salgard's true strength.

Salgard charged at Tyr but this movement was unorthodox, Tyr couldn't predict this pattern.

He fought a lot of warriors but never have they moved like this, Tyr has to take a couple of steps back so he can better react to the threat before him.

The moment Salgard was close enough, he jumped high into the air but this was a strange move considering that he would be left vulnerable to counterattacks from below.

Tyr planned to exploit this but what he saw next was Salgard tossing his sword like a javelin right at him, all Tyr did was step back, it was an easy attack to evade which told him that this wasn't the attack and he was right.

Salgard balanced on the hilt of his sword rather gracefully, and this made Tyr's swing miss as it was aimed for the moment he landed.

However, Tyr did manage to hit the sword which threw Salgard off balance but this little mishap didn't matter because Salgard landed a spinning kick right into Tyr's face.

Everyone was in awe, the Christian warriors were beginning to understand why they lost the fight.

These people were monsters and there was nothing they could do to stop them.

Tyr showed excellent resilience, this was a man who had taken the blow of Gissur directly to his body and survived, this was nothing compared to that monster even though Salgard was stronger than him overall in terms of skills.

Salgard could hear him chuckle behind the impact and Tyr grabbed his ankle and slammed him into the ground.

Salgard was wondering if he hadn't taken any damage but the nosebleed he suffered gave him his answer.

"That's enough," Grjötgard intercepted the battle with Ragnar and Bjorn appearing at the venue as well.

Grjötgard was relieved that he came when he did because something told him that his brother was the one in danger.

Tyr's origin was unknown but Grjötgard was beginning to understand that wherever he came from.

He was just an ordinary boy, he had experience that couldn't be taught.

-

Vingulmark had amassed their army, they couldn't believe that they could develop this fast in such a short amount of time.

King Signy was monitoring what was going on around him and this included the raid that they had set on.

He knew which Kingdom was vulnerable and which wasn't.

Right now, Vestfold was the most vulnerable and Signy knew that he could do infallible damage to Ragnar should he take his wife's life.

However, Vestfold's Vikings were now loyal to the Lothbroks.

This threw a major wrench into Signy's plan even though he knew that there would be others that were still loyal to him.

He could no longer take Vestfold without shedding blood and what would his people think when they saw the King that abandoned them kill his own?

This made Signy cautious, he needed a way to get Lagertha but it was looking like an impossible task.

"My dear nephew," Birger entered Signy's palace and he noticed the men protecting Signy tensed up.

This was a good reaction as no one knew why he had returned home after abandoning his brother for Xenophanes.

"Birger, what do you want?" Signy addressed him as he would do a common man because, in his eyes, Birger wasn't a man to be trusted.

He was only here because he wanted something even though he hasn't yet made it known.

"I have come to you with the solution to your dilemma," Birger proposed.

"My dilemma?" Signy questioned, he hasn't told anyone about his plan to topple Vestfold and kill Lagertha.

"Can we speak privately or are you frightened of me?" Birger requested, his demeanour changing.

There was a hint of malice in his voice but Signy knew how uncle wouldn't be that stupid as to harm him.

Signy gestured for his guards to leave them be.

And they did just that but they glared at Birger on their way out.

"I'm impressed that you managed to gain their loyalty even after usurping their Earl," Birger commended his nephew's efforts.

"Speak Birger and you will address me as a King," Signy commanded, trying to exercise the authority he possessed but Birger didn't like this one bit.

"Signy, do not push your luck. You only sit there because I have no interest in the crown…" Birger was right as he could easily challenge Signy to a death duel and claim everything just like Askild did Kattegat.

"I know you wish to kill Ragnar's wife but do you want to turn his wrath against us?" Birger said.

Signy gritted his teeth in anger but Birger was experienced and had seen the scouts he sent out.

They always came from one direction and that was the direction of Vestfold.

"Are you scared?" Signy mocked his uncle.

"Of Ragnar? One would need to be a fool not to fear a man that bested Erik The Berserker with his bare hands, a man that even Askild fears, a man that took everything you held dear and made them his. And you will be wise to fear him too." Birger spoke about Ragnar with such high regard because he had no problem with Ragnar personally.

"But the thing with such great men is that their enemies can be found all over the place. How about you leave this to me, nephew?" Birger requested.

Signy didn't want to get him involved as Birger has proved to be quite the slippery urchin, escaping death like he was in bed with it but he was a genius.

A man who would do whatever it takes to succeed.

Why did Signy kill Lagertha and turn Ragnar's wrath on themselves when they could use another?

"Birger, what have you done?" Signy asked.

Birger smirked menacingly, the look in his eyes told Signy all he needed to know.

Birger had already taken the necessary steps to kill Lagertha.

-

Lagertha was resting in her room, she was a pregnant woman so fatigue was a natural part of her routine.

But beside her, stood a figure clutching a knife.