The Son Of Ragnar

Erik was face to face with the man known as Gustav, the strategy they had devised reaped benefits.

Erik knew by dividing their forces to take separate routes will force Vestfold to implement such a strategy, he has been the victim of such an ambush before and surviving that ordeal only made him stronger and wiser when it came to combat despite his moniker.

"You must be Erik The Berserker, I have heard quite a lot about you." Gustav said, there was no hint of fear in his voice and his body was full of openings like he was not standing in front of one of the commanders of Kattegat.

"I have heard nothing about y-!" Erik was interrupted mid-dialogue as he felt a sharp pain on his left ear accompanied by an abnormal flow of blood.

"Now that is impressive!" Erik said upon realizing that his left ear had been chopped off but this did not faze him whatsoever, realizing that Gustav was the one responsible.

Erik missed the thrown dagger that left Gustav's hand because of the darkness and Gustav was using this to his advantage because of Erik's strength. He was susceptible to attacks he could not see or perceive.

"Do not worry, Erik The Berserker. I will take pieces of you until you are the one that begs me to kill you," Gustav said, taking multiple steps back and he became one with the darkness.

Erik could not see him or find him, he was waiting like a sitting duck because he understood now that Gustav was not one for direct confrontation.

"Hide and seek?" Erik questioned but this was not one of judgment.

Another dagger found its way into Erik's upper right shoulder but it felt like a tickle to the man that was used to battle scars due to his enormous physicality.

"I hope you do not judge me Erik but I expected such a move," Gustav said as there was no way he would make such a move without taking the possibility of a split force into consideration.

"I knew there was no way King Askild would be so arrogant to send a force that would not last even 10 minutes in battle. This was a good strategy but it was not good enough." Gustav continued speaking and Erik could not pinpoint where his voice was coming from.

"Hahaha! This really gets my blood flowing!" Erik shouted as he yanked out the dagger lunged in his shoulder, tossing it in the direction of where the voice came from last but it met no body of mas. Whistling into thin air.

"Come at me! Show me you are the one that can send me to meet the All-Father!" Erik was excited by this turn of events but this was not what Gustav wanted.

He wanted Erik to feel the fear of his victims, but Erik did not look like a man capable of fear despite being at such a disadvantage.

Gustav knew that his warriors might fall in this ambush but if he could just take out Erik, then their lives paled in comparison to that because Erik was easily equivalent to a 500 strong army.

Another dagger whistled towards him but this time, Erik dodged it but barely as it nicked a bit of flesh from his left forearm.

"That is…!" Gustav thought because he was surprised that Erik dodged an attack he was not supposed to be able to see.

"No, that had to be pure luck," Gustav thought because it was too soon to draw a conclusion as to what was going on.

"I am getting used to it," Erik thought as the next dagger that was thrown was dodged with no injuries, Erik snatched it from the air and threw the dagger in the direction of Gustav.

The reaction he got from that thrown dagger told Erik that he was close as he heard the panicked footsteps of Gustav.

This allowed Erik to rush at him with no hesitation, cutting the tree that was providing him shade into half with a single strike and Gustav could not believe such a monster even existed.

Erik's strength was unreal, and Erik had the creepiest smile on his face.

"I found you, little mouse!" Erik shouted but Gustav found that his heart was beating fast too.

This was not fear. Gustav was actually enjoying his battle with this monster.

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Tyr was engaged in battle as he cut down one enemy after another, he was enjoying the thrill of taking a life more than he should.

He was covered in blood, and this was possible thanks to his speed and mobility in terms of battle and his training with Ragnar Lothbrok finally proved to be useful.

"Hear me! Enemies! I am the son of Ragnar Lothbrok!" Tyr shouted like he was a beast waiting for the emergence of the full moon as the battle continued around him.

"I WILL DROWN THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMIES! I WILL DESECRATE THIS EARTH WITH THE CORPSES OF THOSE I CROSS BLADES WITH!" Tyr was screaming as this served to motivate the warriors around him.

There was no way a kid should show them up and they were glad with what they were seeing, understanding just why he chose Erik. His first taste of blood did not scare him but did the opposite. It awakened something dark in Tyr.

And the battle began to shift, the losing forces of Erik rallied and began cutting down the enemies.

"KILL THE SON OF RAGNAR BY ALL MEANS!" A Vestfold Viking shouted right before his head was separated from his body.

Tyr realized what just happened and caught himself being disgusted by the words that escaped his lips, and could not believe just what he had said.

He sounded just like Erik, and Erik was a man that he could not be like because that man was everything his father stood for but he could not help but think that Erik was the most similar to him.

Tyr came to it and saw that the Vikings of Vestfold were all but defeated as the Vikings under Erik began chanting the name of Tyr.

"TYR! TYR! TYR!" They chanted in unison as they lifted him and hurled him up like a local champion.