The Son Of Ragnar



Sturla's body language was a lot different than it was moments ago, he was surprised that this man was this strong but what was more puzzling was Gissur's strength.

He felt completely different than when they fought, there was no way he could have touched Gissur if he fought him seriously because what he was feeling from him was like someone opened up an endless abyss of bloodlust.

It was hard to breathe, Tyr could feel the tension, this battle felt different from all the battles he had fought until now.

"Are you going to choke again, Tyr?" Gissur questioned, noticing he had just saved his life even in his frozen state which was impressive because he knew the tension would be too much for most to handle because these were men that craved blood at an unprecedented level.

"I am good…" Tyr said, dropping his sledgehammer on the ground after noticing that this weapon of choice was not working for him but only weighing him down.

But this wasn't the only thing he dropped, he removed the multiple layers of clothes he wore during his travel.

"What are you doing?" Gissur questioned him but Tyr did not respond to him as he took a deep breath and his concentration peaked as he equipped both his axes.

Sturla was amazed, he noticed the change in Tyr, the fear had disappeared but something was unsettling about his eyes.

It looked blank, it was like he was looking at Sturla but through him.

Gissur expected the boy to give a plan to attack but Tyr simply charged at Sturla without saying a word to Gissur, prompting him to sigh.

*Do not get carried away or you will die…" Gissur said as he observed what Tyr wanted to do.

He did not even rush in to support him, he watched just what Tyr had in mind because Tyr did leave him to fight Sturla alone momentarily so you could think of this as payback.

Tyr was within range of Sturla, and all it took was a blink from the older warrior for Tyr to disappear from his line of sight.

This did not mean Sturla was not aware of where he wanted to strike from because Tyr's shadow betrayed him.

Sturla blocked his strike as he tilted his head to the left to see Tyr, he certainly was fast but his strength was looking. He noticed that Tyr brought his other ax to strike from below, this strike was aimed at Sturla's finger that held the weapon.

The fact that the hand targeted not only had his blade between them but was locked in with Tyr's axe. This severely dulled his response time because, in terms of speed, Tyr had the edge.

There was only one way he was not going to lose his fingers and that was letting his blade go.

He dropped his blade and moved backward but Tyr kicked the falling blade right at him, giving him little to no time to catch his breath.

Sturla slapped the incoming blade that was about to take off his head with the back of his hand, thanks to the metallic plates there.

But he lost sight of Tyr once more and all he felt was a sweeping kick from below that left him falling.

Tyr had actually managed to land a move on him, and he stole a page right out of Gissur's book.

Gissur was nothing short of amazed and frightened by how fast Tyr was developing but he knew better.

There was no way a warrior as experienced as Sturla would fall for the same trick twice.

And he was right, the momentary lapse of concentration from Tyr was all Sturla needed to grab both his wrists before he could even move them.

Tyr struggled to break free but it was futile, this was a man that could easily overpower Njal and was on the same level as Gissur.

"I cannot kill you but I can break you…" Sturla said and began squeezing away at his wrists.

He wanted to break them like he did Njal but a flying kick from Gissur forced him to break his contact with Tyr to block it. The kick sent him skidding backward in the snow. 

"You are starting to annoy me, Gissur…" Sturla said as he dusted himself, and re-equipped his blade.

"Right back at you! Why don't you just die?" Gissur mocked, before looking at Tyr.

"We are even now," Gissur said as he returned his concentration to Sturla who had controlled the narrative of this battle.

Sturla was not in any hurry to end the battle either because he knew what killing Gissur would mean but he also knew that Gissur was dangerous.

He never once underestimated him but he also found it impressive that Tyr did not attempt to use his weapons to attack his lower body.

"He must have sensed it…" Sturla thought to himself, he was growing wary of Tyr and was beginning to understand just why Signy wanted him.

They all charged at each other and after a series of blows and exchanges, Sturla began to realize that Tyr's movement was becoming more and more irregular, making it harder for him to defend against them as he had Gissur to contend with.

If he could kill him, it would have made everything a whole lot easier but he could not and that limited the course of action he could take and it was hard to kill Gissur as well.

Sturla knew this would drag on for far too long if it continued at this pace, he had to gamble.

Sturla blocked Tyr's axes aimed at taking off his head with the back of his hands right before planting a powerful kick into the side of his head that was certain to take him out of commission.

Tyr was sent flying like a rag doll, and Gissur tried to exploit this opening but there was none.

Sturla had grown accustomed to his fighting style, Gissur brought down his blade like an executioner with a wide grin on his face because Sturla could not use his sword to defend this strike.

It was going to be a clean hit and because of this through, Gissur used his full strength so he could cut him in half but Sturla send his clenched fist crashing into his elbow, this snapped his arm into two, breaking it as Sturla used his attack against him.

Gissur's blade dropped to the ground as Sturla tackled him to the ground and wrapped both his hands around his neck.

Gissur fought in vain but there was only so much he could do with a single arm.

"It's over, Gissur… You can rest now,"