The Son Of Ragnar



Gissur and Tyr were about to face Sturla, it was a showdown that was bound to happen in this war.

Sturla did not look frightened by this, it was a child and a man he had bested already. 

"You are picking on a kid now, Sturla? By the looks of things, it looks like he got the fucking drop on you! I see up to twenty men dead!" Gissur mocked Sturla. 

He was clearly lacking in terms of his father's intellect but his keen sense for battle was there. 

"Why did you think you could beat me just by bringing another?" Sturla asked Gissur, he understood that this boy was of great importance but Sturla had every intention of crippling him should he stand in his way.

"Let us not do it here…" Gissur said, noting that the battle that was about to ensue would be chaotic and he would not want to be caught in the center of it. 

"What do you mean?" Sturla questioned, with the spiked sprung wood being uprooted by his men. 

Finn's delay tactic was smart but that was all it was, a delay. 

"I want us to have our battle elsewhere, I do not want to be interrupted by one of your goons!" Gissur barked. 

Sturla looked over his shoulder before diverting his gaze back at Gissur.

"Very well then," Sturla knew Gissur would not fall to one of his men's blades, he was far too strong for them, and taking him out of the equation would significantly reduce the casualty he would incur with Gissur involved in the battle. 

Sturla had no reason not to accept and this was a good thing, Sturla looked for a secluded location and began walking, with Gissur and Tyr following behind him. 

"Oh... Before I forget, kill them all…" Sturla casually said, and the battle began behind them as he kept on walking. 

Tyr knew it would be a difficult battle but it had to be fought, this would be a decisive battle.

Sturla took them far from the ongoing battle and he stood, fifteen meters apart from them. 

"Tyr, that man is a freak of nature so I will need you to work with me…" Gissur whispered, Tyr had never seen him this concerned before, the aggressive tone he was speaking to Sturla with had all but disappeared.

"Support me Gissur, that is all I need from you. Leave his head to me!" Tyr responded; he was full of confidence.

"Now that is what I am fucking talking about!" Gissur screamed like a madman.

"I take it you are done talking? Here I come." Sturla's tone lacked any killing or malevolent intent.

He did not feel threatened whatsoever but was this confidence or just arrogance?

He walked towards them, his blade dragging in the snow as Gissur stood in front of Tyr, but Tyr was no longer a child that could hide behind others and use his small size to his advantage.

Gissur swung his blade in his left hand with ease despite its size after Sturla had breached his proximity, trying to take off Sturla's head. 

Gissur expected him to dodge it but Sturla stopped it with the back of his hand despite his sword being in that same hand. 

"What!?" Gissur thought to himself but upon closer inspection, he saw a metallic wrist brace at the back of Sturla's hands.

There was a problem with Gissur using such a big sword, he was left open each time it was swung. 

And now was one of those times as Sturla buried his fist into Gissur's lower torso, this was a powerful punch that forced Gissur to cough up a small amount of blood. 

"D-Damn! You really are a freak of nature!" Gissur grunted but he proceeded to grab Sturla's hand with his right hand, this made sure both of his hands were occupied leaving Sturla vulnerable to a counterattack from Tyr. 

Tyr emerged out of nowhere, flying over Gissur as he came crashing down from above with his sledgehammer equipped.

"Interesting…" This was the only word that left Sturla's mouth, he should not be able to block this two-pronged attack, that was the plan and Gissur was applying pressure on the hand that had blocked his blade so if he removed his hand, the momentum of the blade would be restored and the attack continued.

Sturla did something that neither predicted, he dropped his body at the very last second after removing the hand that was blocking Gissur's blade and squatting simultaneously to dodge this very attack and land his own simultaneously with his sword.

Sturla had managed to nick him when he squatted but the cut was far too shallow for it to be fatal or anything to worry about. 

Tyr made a miscalculation on his end and that put him in the way of Gissur's broadsword, this effectively nullified his attack because if he proceeded with it, Gissur's blade was going to bifurcate him.

Tyr thought quickly, he stepped at the flat surface of Gissur's blade outswing blade to propel him into the air and out of harm's way. 

He landed with his back faced to them and the moment he turned back to face them, Sturla's fist made contact with his face sending him flying. 

The force it packed was terrifying, rolling in the snow until Tyr came to a halt. 

He was dazed, he felt his visions momentarily blur.

Tyr caught a glimpse of Gissur, he too was floored. 

"W-What the fuck!?" Tyr thought to himself, for the first time in his life, his body was screaming at him. 

It was telling him to run, Tyr felt true fear as Sturla walked towards him, dragging his blade along the floor. 

Tyr was frozen in fear, he tried to move but his body was not responding.

Each second felt like an eternity, death drew near and Tyr could feel cold beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. 

"Y-You are not human!" Tyr barked and this made Sturla stop in his tracks.

"Oh, but I am very human, child. The gods that gave me my strength are giants of Jötunheimr. There is no way you both will be a match for me,' Sturla said.

It was amazing, Sturla had easily pushed back both Gissur and Tyr alone, and right now, he was about to kill the son of Ragnar.