The Son Of Ragnar



Tyr was amazed at his strength, Sturla bent down to meet his eyes. 

"You are the boy that everyone wants, and rejoice, for this is the only reason why you live," Sturla said, Tyr knew this was a man that his weapon could not touch. 

Sturla stood back up and began walking towards Gissur, who was just getting to his feet. 

Tyr was defeated even before he could put up a decent fight, this was how menacing Sturla was. 

"Y-You bastard!" Gissur cussed out, getting to his feet as Sturla casually approached, once again dragging his sword along the ground.

"You are strong Gissur, I have to admit it but you are nothing compared to the strength that Ymir has granted me." Sturla was calm and collected, but he knew now he would get to see Gissur's true strength because he was "threatened".

"Now Gissur, show me the strength that my father is wary of," Sturla said as he raised his sword from the ground and pointed it right at Gissur. 

Gissur began to chuckle, it has been ages since he had gone all out and now he knew how ridiculous it was that he thought his brother could defeat Sturla. 

"Careful for what you wish for…" Gissur said with a smirk right before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

He appeared right in front of Sturla with a sinister grin on his face, Sturla was not arrogant enough to try and block this swing with his hand because Gissur felt like a different person. 

The fact that he was wielding such a big sword with one hand said a lot about his strength, Sturla managed to block it with his blade but Gissur was overpowering him. 

Gissur was pushing his blade back on him and Sturla's stoic expression finally broke. 

Sturla smiled, this was the man he had heard stories about, but before he could counter Gissur. 

He saw Gissur's clenched fist coming in from the other side, and just before Sturla could move his own free hand to block it. He felt his legs leave the ground simultaneously.

"Huh?" Sturla thought to himself as he landed on the ground, Gissur had distracted him with his fist, making Sturla unaware of what was going on beneath him. 

This left him wide open, an opening Gissur had every intention of taking advantage of because he was not sure if he would get something as good as this again. 

He thrusted his blade at the floored enemy, Sturla had no time to evade, not with his back against the floor so all he could do was defend himself. 

He managed to parry his blade, redirecting Gissur's blade to bury itself into the ground beside him but Gissur had managed to nick Sturla in the shoulder. 

But there was a problem, Gissur's blade was stuck in the earth-covered ice.

Sturla thrusted his blade forward, and Gissur could not react in time because he did not realize that his blade was stuck until he tried to use it to defend himself. 

His fate was sealed, Sturla's blade was going to impale him or that was what it looked like. 

He was shoved out of the way just in time by Tyr, who had snapped out of his delusional state. 

Sturla was a man, as long as he was a man, he could be conquered.

Tyr had killed Erik but that was only because the Berserker was severely injured and trusted him, it was more accurate to say he backstabbed him.

Sturla's blade made contact with nothing as he got back up on his feet.

Gissur nearly killed him but this also meant that he could fight seriously as well, Tyr had never felt so out of place before.

But he knew that this would be a defining battle in terms of the war.

-

Kolbeinn had begun battle in his field but he did not have the same luck as Gissur in luring her to a one-on-one battle putting him at a disadvantage.

Skaði was strong, he did not expect her to be this strong as she had defeated The Mad Hound with the barest of effort.

"Father! Snap out of it!" Gudrun screamed at him, they needed him now more than ever to command them. 

The battle had begun and it was chaotic as fuck, Kolbeinn could barely hear his thoughts because of the clashing metals around him. 

Skaði charged right at him with her spear but her weapon was different, it had a chain attached to the hilt which was wrapped around her forearm. 

She twirled it above her head and with it, multiple people lost their heads. 

Kolbeinn knew he had to take her out, there was no one strong enough to stand up to her. 

He was a Chieftain, it was about time he showed why he was leading his clan. 

Kolbeinn gathered his wits, and Skaði noticed he had his eyes fixed on her, she smirked the moment she saw this.

Skaði threw her spear like a projectile towards Kolbeinn, who managed to deflect it, watching it hook the ground behind him and she was left without a weapon.

Kolbeinn charged at her, hoping to reach her before she could retract but Skaði did not look bothered by this. She instead manipulated her chains to trip him up right before retracting her spear to impale the falling Kolbeinn from his blindspot. 

"Another one bites the dust…" Skaði muttered but something halted the advancement of her weapon. 

Gudrun had fired an arrow that hooked the chain between them before burrowing into the ground.

"GO NOW, FATHER!" Gudrun shouted because she had eliminated Skaði's ability to attack, and Skaði started to panic.

Kolbeinn regained his footing and continued advancing but something was unsettling about this. 

He felt something was off, he could feel it in his bones but this was not the time to be having second thoughts.

Kolbeinn was within striking distance and Skaði's panicked face soon creased into a smirk. 

"Tricked you," Skaði muttered as a knife dropped from her sleeves like she was a character from assassin's creed as she ran it right through Kolbeinn.

"Two down…" She muttered with a sickening grin.

"FATHER!!" Gudrun screamed.