The Son Of Ragnar

Kolbeinn and Gissur covered grounds and they could see the shining light in the distance.

"Halt.." Kolbeinn said but Gissur wanted to charge right in and begin the bloodbath because the darkness was in their favor but on second glance, the light that they had seen was not just a bonfire.

Normal bonfires do not ooze such dense dark smoke.

"What is going on?" Kolbeinn questioned and Gissur too was surprised, but there was only one natural conclusion to this.

"Tyr…" Gissur blurted out, he could not believe that he could cause such chaos on his own but that was the thing, Tyr had assistance unbeknownst to them.

They could hear screams in the distance and the urgency in their voices as they tried to put out the fire before it could burn the camp to the ground.

"Father! We need to go!" Gudrun said but Kolbeinn was adamant on his stance to wait it out.

The fire was not just lit, it must have been burning for at least ten-fifteen minutes meaning that they had arrived just in time.

Tyr was able to make it a lot sooner than them due to the path he traveled being shorter.

Kolbeinn and Gissur had to take the longest route because they had to avoid running into any potential blocks that might have been set up in anticipation.

They were fortunate that the time-lapse aligned with Tyr's action but that meant that the enemy was on high alert as well.

Gissur had the right idea, this was the perfect time to hit them but Kolbeinn thought otherwise because they would be expecting an attack now so the element of surprise was lost. The fog had covered their travel and the cover of the night further aided them.

But what if they were already expecting them either way? Then his paranoia would make no difference.

"I….. Do…. it…." Finn, who has been quiet and insignificant throughout, finally decided to take an active role in this battle.

No one knew what his talents were and they could not judge his battle prowess because he had rarely fought.

Kolbeinn wanted to speak but Nora gestured for him to be quiet, Noa watched because he was curious about what his girlfriend's brother wanted to do.

He scribbled something in the snow and kept scribbling and scribbling for a good five minutes.

Finn had drawn something of importance in the snow and Kolbeinn was perplexed.

What Finn scribbled was a perfect plan of attack that exploited the perceived weakness of the enemy's burning camp while using their strength to their fullest potential.

"T-This is perfect!" Kolbeinn blurted out, he could not believe that Finn had such a skill yet he remained silent, but Finn was a man that did not speak much or do anything that he did not absolutely have to.

Right now their lives lay in the balance and Finn was aware of a potential mutiny at this rate.

He wanted to protect his sister and this was his way of doing it, Gissur glanced over at the scribble.

"Now, this is a fucking surprise!" Gissur cussed out, slapping Finn in the back.

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"Put out the fire!" A man screamed but the water was not nearly enough to do that, and if they wasted the water they had, then that would be a great inconvenience to them.

Their attention was focused on the back lines, and they had sent out a small portion of their army to venture out to see just who was responsible for it.

"This is bad, this is very ba-!" The man was cut short as an arrow found its way into the top of his skull, making him slur over his words before dropping to his knees and then face first into the ground, dead.

But he was not the only one that suffered this fate as dead bodies dropped around him.

Another hail of arrows rained down on them, and another, with nowhere to hide; they could only hope to the gods that the arrows did not touch them.

The fire spread, and it was out of control.

And then a roar echoed, and the ground shook like an earthquake was about to rupture the ground but all it was, was the Mad Hound, with Gudrun strapped tightly on his shoulder where she was to act as support for the giant.

Arrows escaped the tip of her fingertips like she was playing an instrument, and the destructive force of the Mad Hound made it near impossible to even injure him, he had not even gone full strength yet.

The army was drawn to him, he was like a sinkhole that drew all enemies into the center.

Gudrun was not indestructible and the enemy tried their hardest to shoot her down but it was difficult as the Mad Hound was constantly moving.

And with Gudrun fastened to his shoulder, she could fire away without fear of being thrown off but she knew it would only be a matter of time before an arrow found her but the strategy was working.

With everyone drawn to the rampaging monster, it was easier for the others to divide and conquer.

Gissur and his men flanked them from the right wing while Kolbeinn and his men flanked from the left.

This gave them a fighting chance and the battle did not last long before their enemies were forced to retreat.

But they could not be allowed to retreat or they would inform the others about what had happened.

They needed time to regain themselves and they did not have the strength to fight another battle without rest so they used their last ounce of strength to chase them down, Kolbeinn tried to stop them because this may very well be a trap but he understood it was futile and simply allowed them to do as they please.

Their next course of action was to try and salvage any food that they could see, and luckily, it was just enough to feed them.