The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr, the Ragnarsson that had no family yet he had somehow become the most feared son of Ragnar. He was getting the experience even his brother and father might never have yet he was getting it at such a young age.

He was experiencing multiple fighting styles and warriors, but for some reason, he was assimilating their fighting style and making it his own.

This was an innate skill that Tyr was developing, but he could not assimilate Gissur's fighting style showing him there was a limit to what he could learn.

The night had come and Gudrun had snuck into his bed, he knew she was there but he pretended not to.

Gudrun did not try anything perverse and just laid in silence beside him, wrapping his hands around her because all she wanted was to feel his warmth but Tyr was beginning to find this to be more of a burden than comforting.

He liked being with her at first but she was becoming increasingly clingy, and invading his personal space now, he knew he could not risk offending her right now.

She has proven to be a lot more useful than anticipated, a girl that could move the Chieftain to action.

"I love you Tyr," Gudrun whispered to him. Tyr did not feel his heart skip but he felt disgust welling up in his stomach, and he knew the consequence of being in her wrong graces.

He was thankful she thought he was asleep or he would have had to say it back.

"ENEMY ATTACK!!!" A voice called out, Tyr had barely been asleep but this made him alert to the potential danger that lurked.

Tyr jumped up, breaking away from Gudrun's embrace as she too woke up due to the warning.

Everyone gathered outside, Tyr was armed to the teeth with his two axes equipped.

He was ready for battle and he was searching for a blood, Tyr was looking around for the enemies but his eyes did not see anyone.

There was no one outside, he was not the only one confused, the murmurs of the other warriors told him he was not the only one confused.

"Where are the enemies?" A warrior asked. It did not take long for Gissur and Kolbeinn to come out with their weapons drawn.

Tyr knew he needed to find a way to establish his leadership amongst these people as they still saw him as a kid, Gissur's men that is.

The silence was shattered by a hail of arrows raining down from one specific direction, but Gissur's men were surprisingly organized as they raised their shields to block the hail.

Gissur did not lose a single man but Kolbeinn did not have the same luck, arrows being the last thing some of his men saw.

"SPREAD OUT!" Giussr commanded but this was a decision that Tyr did not agree with because it felt strange that archers would be used so carelessly if they did not have an ulterior motive.

"Stay your ground!" Tyr countered him but Gissur's men did not take orders from him, and they rushed in the direction the arrows fell from; Tyr was not comfortable with this move but they needed bait and Gissur was the perfect man for that job.

Gissur was a sociopath and this was evident by how he charged right at the danger instead of thinking about what the enemy's intention might be.

"They are trying to draw us out! Archers out of sight yet there are no forces that they are supporting!" Tyr brought this to their attention, and Kolbeinn agreed with him despite him not having problems with Gissur's course of action.

The enemies did not attack in the cloak of darkness, they attacked when the sun was still yet to rise but outside was not pitch black either.

This allowed visibility and made it even more suspicious that they waited until it was bright outside, they wanted them to see the attack.

Kolbeinn rushed to Tyr's side, he wanted to know what he was seeing and Tyr broke down the aforementioned assessment to Kolbeinn and Kolbeinn was perplexed by how his mind worked.

Tyr was a genius, there was no mistaking it but he knew what needed to be done.

"They surrounded Njal, I believe they intend to use the same strategy," Tyr said.

Tyr immediately turned his attention in the opposite direction and focused on the empty horizon.

Everyone was confused as to what he was staring at, there was no one but Tyr was a warrior that trusted his intuition.

"Tyr…?" Kolbeinn called the young warrior. Tyr was happy that Kolbeinn did not treat him like a kid and actually gave his opinions and thoughts a good listen.

"They are there…." Tyr muttered under his breath, pointing his ax at the horizon.

Kolbeinn was confused but he too knew that their method of attack was a bit bizarre considering they had the element of surprise which they botched terribly.

A whole month to get ready and this was the result?

He had a choice right now to make and that was, should he trust Tyr Ragnarsson or should he back Gissur up in whatever battle that he may have entered?

Kolbeinn decided to trust the boy that made this alliance possible in the first place.

Ever since Tyr arrived, Kolbeinn's warrior spirit had been rekindled as what was once thought impossible was made possible by Tyr.

He decided to put his faith in the young boy and allowed him to be the one solely responsible for their strategy.

If they were going up against Sighvatur and his son, then they needed fresh ideas that even they could not predict. Tyr was given the go-ahead and he led the forces in that direction.

Gissur would be fine, but Kolbeinn was more curious to see how good this young boy's intuition was.

Tyr had based this on the fact that they had rounded up Njal according to Gō and defeated him.

They cut him off from not only reinforcement but he had no support or supply so even if he found a way to escape, his camp was already taken by the enemy.

Tyr knew this was a wild guess but he knew if he was right, then this war might not be hopeless.