The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr was on the run, he was being chased and he knew he was in no condition for a fight.

At least not now, the illusion of an army would be debunked if they caught sight of him and this would defeat the purpose of his assignment.

The fact that his action had somehow weakened the main army as they split their forces to confront this perceived danger but in reality, it was just Tyr destroying their camp.

Tyr maneuvered around the terrain and tried to mislead them by firing burning arrows in the opposite direction or intentionally leaving trails to derail them.

Tyr had taken extra measures to conceal his track, and eventually, the men stopped chasing him after a while because it was a wild goose chase and they might be running right into a trap.

Tyr was surprised Sturla or Sighvatur did not lead them but it also made him question where they were.

The men were so close to catching Tyr but they gave up just before they could as the younger warrior had buried himself inside the snow.

Taking a page out of the book of the enemy he had fought earlier that day.

But not before he heard whispers of their conversation, they returned with urgency after speaking about the enemy forces being present elsewhere.

Tyr thought nothing of this but unknown to him, they had just coordinated one of the best assaults that took advantage of each other's actions.

Finn was the catalyst, Sighvatur had awakened something in him as he saw a worthy tactician to go up against.

Sighvatur might be superior in terms of strategy but Finn was no slab, Nora was surprised he took an active part as he preferred keeping this side of him secret, even Skol was not aware of this skill but this showed just how much of an impact that Tyr had made on him.

Tyr rose from the snow like he was a walking dead, but his body temperature took the brute of it as the moisture had now soaked into his skin making him far more susceptible to the blistering cold.

Tyr quickly dug into his bag but his hands were bleeding, the cold had affected him more than he cared to admit but he was curious about what these men meant.

He used his last ounce of strength to go to the camp that the enemies were moments ago but he was extra careful to maintain his distance in case the information he heard was misinterpreted by him.

He soon heard screams in the distance and the sound of battle ongoing elsewhere from the camp but it was from his surroundings, the backlines, prompting him to question just who else was here.

If Signy was involved, it was no long shot to assume that others were as well but Tyr was soon brought back to reality when he saw a warrior running right at him with his blade drawn. He was one of the retreating enemies that had broken away from the battle to ensure his survival but he saw Tyr in such a pathetic state and wanted his head.

Tyr was far too exhausted to defend himself and his movements were sluggish but he was saved by an arrow that impaled the charging man right in the back of his head.

Blood spilled on Tyr's face but he was unmoved by this and in the distance, he saw a humongous silhouette that approached him but Tyr could no longer remain conscious.

Falling face first into the ground, but he heard the desperate call of someone familiar.

"TYR!!! STAY AWAKE!" The gentle voice echoed like a lullaby, and Tyr's chapped lips parted to whisper.

"G-Gudrun…"

-

Sighvatur and Sturla were not at the camp like Kjell had said but this was not because the information he gave them was false, but rather the duo had moved a few hours before the onslaught as Sighvatur regularly moved about because he knew the power information held.

He did not trust the Vikings that were allied with him and never stayed in one place for too long or he would be a sitting duck should they attempt to take his head even though he was confident in his strength.

This was a happy coincidence because if the duo were there. Not only Gissur but Kolbeinn and the rest of their clan would have been slaughtered without mercy.

Sighvatur's methods were unorthodox but Sighvatur entertained that he might have to fight his supposed allies after the war so he could not risk his army getting depleted for it is better to be safe than sorry.

Tyr was lucky that they were absent as well or he would have been caught as Sighvatur would most likely have taken a different approach to capture him.

The gods were on their side and it was evident by this fortunate day that everything just seemed to work in their favor.

"Father, are you sure it was wise leaving the camp?" Sturla questioned his father but Sighvatur chuckled upon hearing this.

"My scouts reported irregular and unusual movement from our allies…" Sighvatur responded and this surprised Sturla, this meant that his father was not only watching his enemies but allies as well.

He wanted to question further but held his tongue because his father had a knack for these things.

He has never been wrong, and Sturla was aware of the strengths that Kjell and Aksel possessed so a confrontation with them was far too early, not when they had another enemy that they needed to get rid of.

Things were getting a bit complicated and Sturla was not comfortable with where this was going but he trusted his father wholeheartedly and knew everything would work out in their favor as long as he followed his father's plan right down to the bone.

They arrived at a different camp, approximately the same time that the other one went down in flames establishing a timeframe between the attack on that camp and this one.

"What an honor to be visited by Chieftain and his son…" A woman blurted out, this woman was known as Skaði and held the same rank as the Jökull.

This drew the curtains to a chaotic day riddled with good fortune.