The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr snuck back to bed to lay beside Gudrun but unbeknownst to him, she was awake but feigning to be asleep. She wondered, where was Tyr going every time?

The night passed on with relative peace but everyone was awakened by the smell of smoke, the building burning and screams of anguish echoed in the next room.

"Gudrun! Wake up!* Tyr called out, shaking the sleeping girl awake. He was surprised she could sleep through the chaos. No l

Tyr was happy there was a back door to escape from and he rushed there first to see what had happened.

He was confused because there was no reason this building should be on fire, the only thing that came to his mind was an accident occurring but there was no reason it would escalate this badly.

What came to his mind next was the burning building in Kattegat where he had rescued Ulrik and co.

Tyr went into survival mode but the door he had tried to leave through was jammed shut, something was blocking it from opening.

Gudrun was coughing, Tyr knew they did not have much time but he also knew people were waiting behind this door.

He ruled out his earlier hypothesis, this was an attack but it could not be my Noa or otherwise.

It was too soon, and Noa should not have even arrived until later today so this was not possible.

He equipped his sledgehammer, slamming it into the door handle and bursting it into pieces.

And an arrow was fired into the room but Tyr had gotten out of the way in time.

This only confirmed his suspicion, taking his sledgehammer, he smashed a hole through the wooden wall and instantaneously found an exit seeing as their attention was focused on the door.

They had to readjust and the much faster Tyr, who had assimilated the fighting style of the savages combined with his training with Thorvald.

He had ample amount of time to exploit their blindspot and by the time they readjusted their gaze in the direction of the loud bang, they did not register anyone.

Tyr had always been nimble, and quick on his feet.

He needed it now more than ever because he had instructed Gudrun to do so.

He knew if they saw her, she would be killed on sight and he did not know if Gudrun could even defend herself in the first place.

But she came bursting out the front door, using their distracted state to her advantage.

Tyr heaved a loud sigh of relief because this created a window for her to escape but Gudrun did not do that.

She threw a small dagger right into the neck of the archer, she took out the long-distance fighter first.

Gudrun quickly retreated into the house after taking a deep breath, Tyr was shocked because he never took her to be a fighter, especially after her freak out during his fight with Noa.

Tyr was injured but he had no intention of letting this opportunity go to waste as he snuck up behind the remaining three men.

With one swing, he swung his sledgehammer and killed three people with one swing but this action slightly opened up his sewed wound.

The sledgehammer had a blunt side and a sharpened one, Tyr had used the sharp side for this act.

He tumbled into the snow because of the sheer force he swung it with, this weapon was not ideal for him in his current state.

Gudrun came out of the building and Tyr realized he was not the only one playing games.

The clashing of swords could be heard around the house, Tyr knew he had to join but he did not know what to do about Gudrun.

It was only logical she knew how to fight considering she was the Chieftain's daughter after all.

Tyr watched her equip the bow of the person she had killed, along with the arrows.

She was a long-range fight, she had on white so it was easy for her to camouflage within the snow.

Tyr watched her blend into the snow, she had no intention of shying away from the battle and had circled.

Tyr knew he did not have time to worry about her because he saw a man rushing towards him.

The sledgehammer suddenly felt a lot heavier, Tyr could not lift it as he should as he stumbled onto one knee.

"W-What?" Tyr muttered to himself, his head was ringing, and his body trembling.

Tyr looked at the man that was about to take his life but before he could do so, an arrow flew right into the back of his head.

Tyr was no Erik and his stamina and endurance were nowhere close to his. And his body was feeling the effects of the injuries as he could not wield such a heavy weapon but he has to see the current condition of the battle that was ongoing.

He ran and what he saw surprised him, his clan had all but been exterminated with only three savages left excluding Nora and Finn.

But this was not the most shocking thing, Tyr saw a hulking man that was nothing short of a giant standing at 7ft and in his right hand, was a defeated Kolbeinn who was raised like a trophy.

He was choking the life out of him and Gudrun shot a few arrows into his arm but it did not do anything.

This giant had on a helmet with horns on his head, his hands were bigger than their heads as he could easily crush it should he please.

Begging the question, why was Kolbeinn alive?

This man was mocking them and Tyr knew just how devastating it would be if Kolbeinn fell right now.

He noticed the clan insignia on this monster's helmet.

"Haukdælir clan!?" Tyr muttered to himself.

"HAHAHA! IS THIS ALL!?" This man was so strong, he was the man known as the mad hound.

And right now, Ásbirningar was his hunting ground.