Chapter 232: Do Or Die? Gissur's Lunacy!
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Gissur was a lunatic, and it showed by how he approached the battle. He charged right at whatever danger without a second thought and right now, he was ready to cut down anyone and everyone.
Gissur had his broadsword brandished, and he wanted to cover it in the blood of his enemy.
He saw footprints leading away from their camp, and he knew full well that this was a trap but he did not care about this.
Gissur was a man who believed if it was his time to die, then he would die, and the fact that they were brave enough to challenge them as they did.
Gissur had no intentions of letting things go their way, he looked back and noticed that no one was coming or backing him up but this only made him smile.
"Ah! Very good!" Gissur thought to himself, it was almost like he had perceived what Tyr did.
Gissur and his men followed the footprints and the enemy clearly did not put into account how eager he was to cut them down, he had outrun his men, leaving them for dust and it was because of his speed that he could catch up to the archers and warriors that were responsible for the hail of arrows.
"Heh! Found you~!" Gissur called out and they could not believe he caught up with them at such a pace.
"Shit! He caught up!?" A man shouted, visibly distressed.
"D-Do not be afraid! He is just one man!" Another man said and the moment he turned around was the very moment his head disconnected from his body.
"He is right! I am just one man!" Gissur said as he found himself surrounded by up to fifty men, but neither Sturla nor Sighvatur was there, but Gissur was not surprised by this.
The archers could not shoot carelessly because if they missed Gissur, they risked friendly fire.
The men were scared, Gissur's killing intent made them weak at the knees because they could tell by one look that this man was something they could not hope to defeat but they had no choice.
They did not attempt to fight him one by one.
No, they all charged at him in hopes of killing or landing a blow that would take him out of commission.
It took a little over ten minutes for them to catch up with Gissur but all they saw when they came was carnage, Gissur did not just kill them but dismembered their bodies in such a grotesque manner and the only person left alive was too traumatized to speak or move.
He was conscious yet felt like a hollow husk.
Gissur left him alive for one reason alone and that was for him to interrogate him.
If this was Sighvatur's plan then it was a poorly executed one.
-
Tyr had led his forces into what looked to be a dead end, there was nothing nor anyone in sight.
Kolbeinn did not question him, Tye could not have lived this long if he did not have a nose for such things.
Nora looked puzzled as to why he brought them out there but Gudrun put all her trust in him.
"They are here…" Tyr blurted out but there was no one in sight so who exactly was there?
"We followed your command but you have led us to a dead end!" A warrior protested right beside him but Tyr did not say anything.
He looked at the man and smiled, the man immediately broke eye contact and kept quiet.
"Archers…" Tyr said. They were confused as to why he was calling them but once again, Kolbeinn chose to trust him.
He nodded, giving them the go-ahead as they still needed Kolbeinn's approval to carry out these actions.
The archers prepared their bows but they were not aiming at anyone in particular.
Tyr gestured with his hand, instructing them to point it skywards and they did just that.
When it was aligned the way he wanted it, he brought his hand down and the arrows were fired into the air.
Everyone fell silent, they wanted to see what happened and the arrows were simply buried in the snow.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, this confusion extended to Kolbeinn.
But Tyr remained focused, but that focus broke as he began to chuckle.
"So that is what it is…" Tyr muttered to himself, he was seeing something no one else was.
They began to notice the snow that the arrows had hit turn red, they had buried themselves beneath the snow and they burst out.
Tyr's intuition was spot on and everyone was stunned, this included the enemies because they were certain they left no trace.
"How did you know?" A man with a helmet that looked very much like a bear's skull emerged.
He had a rough appearance with a bald head, he had no beard because his mouth and under his jaw were burnt. This was the man known as Jökull Steinfinnsson. He stood at an impressive 6' 2 with tattoos on his fingers.
Tyr did not give him a response but instead wore a creepy smile, Kolbeinn could not believe this.
Judging by their numbers, this was the main force of the enemy.
Try knew simply because he would do the same thing in their shoes, the hiding in the snow was an ingenious move because even if they marched here, they would see nothing out of place and they would miss the tiny holes that they had punched through the snow to breathe.
Tyr did not know how long they were but judging from their pale skin, he could surmise that they have been here for quite some time.
"I know who you are…" Jökull said, pointing his sword at Tyr.
"You are Tyr…. Tyr Ragnarsson." Jökull blurted out.
"That is nice, it is only fitting to know the name of the one who would claim your head," The moment Tyr said this, a murderous intent enveloped him.
Jökull was his, and everyone instinctively knew the fate that would await them if they try to interfere, allies and foes alike.
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Gissur was a lunatic, and it showed by how he approached the battle. He charged right at whatever danger without a second thought and right now, he was ready to cut down anyone and everyone.
Gissur had his broadsword brandished, and he wanted to cover it in the blood of his enemy.
He saw footprints leading away from their camp, and he knew full well that this was a trap but he did not care about this.
Gissur was a man who believed if it was his time to die, then he would die, and the fact that they were brave enough to challenge them as they did.
Gissur had no intentions of letting things go their way, he looked back and noticed that no one was coming or backing him up but this only made him smile.
"Ah! Very good!" Gissur thought to himself, it was almost like he had perceived what Tyr did.
Gissur and his men followed the footprints and the enemy clearly did not put into account how eager he was to cut them down, he had outrun his men, leaving them for dust and it was because of his speed that he could catch up to the archers and warriors that were responsible for the hail of arrows.
"Heh! Found you~!" Gissur called out and they could not believe he caught up with them at such a pace.
"Shit! He caught up!?" A man shouted, visibly distressed.
"D-Do not be afraid! He is just one man!" Another man said and the moment he turned around was the very moment his head disconnected from his body.
"He is right! I am just one man!" Gissur said as he found himself surrounded by up to fifty men, but neither Sturla nor Sighvatur was there, but Gissur was not surprised by this.
The archers could not shoot carelessly because if they missed Gissur, they risked friendly fire.
The men were scared, Gissur's killing intent made them weak at the knees because they could tell by one look that this man was something they could not hope to defeat but they had no choice.
They did not attempt to fight him one by one.
No, they all charged at him in hopes of killing or landing a blow that would take him out of commission.
It took a little over ten minutes for them to catch up with Gissur but all they saw when they came was carnage, Gissur did not just kill them but dismembered their bodies in such a grotesque manner and the only person left alive was too traumatized to speak or move.
He was conscious yet felt like a hollow husk.
Gissur left him alive for one reason alone and that was for him to interrogate him.
If this was Sighvatur's plan then it was a poorly executed one.
-
Tyr had led his forces into what looked to be a dead end, there was nothing nor anyone in sight.
Kolbeinn did not question him, Tye could not have lived this long if he did not have a nose for such things.
Nora looked puzzled as to why he brought them out there but Gudrun put all her trust in him.
"They are here…" Tyr blurted out but there was no one in sight so who exactly was there?
"We followed your command but you have led us to a dead end!" A warrior protested right beside him but Tyr did not say anything.
He looked at the man and smiled, the man immediately broke eye contact and kept quiet.
"Archers…" Tyr said. They were confused as to why he was calling them but once again, Kolbeinn chose to trust him.
He nodded, giving them the go-ahead as they still needed Kolbeinn's approval to carry out these actions.
The archers prepared their bows but they were not aiming at anyone in particular.
Tyr gestured with his hand, instructing them to point it skywards and they did just that.
When it was aligned the way he wanted it, he brought his hand down and the arrows were fired into the air.
Everyone fell silent, they wanted to see what happened and the arrows were simply buried in the snow.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, this confusion extended to Kolbeinn.
But Tyr remained focused, but that focus broke as he began to chuckle.
"So that is what it is…" Tyr muttered to himself, he was seeing something no one else was.
They began to notice the snow that the arrows had hit turn red, they had buried themselves beneath the snow and they burst out.
Tyr's intuition was spot on and everyone was stunned, this included the enemies because they were certain they left no trace.
"How did you know?" A man with a helmet that looked very much like a bear's skull emerged.
He had a rough appearance with a bald head, he had no beard because his mouth and under his jaw were burnt. This was the man known as Jökull Steinfinnsson. He stood at an impressive 6' 2 with tattoos on his fingers.
Tyr did not give him a response but instead wore a creepy smile, Kolbeinn could not believe this.
Judging by their numbers, this was the main force of the enemy.
Try knew simply because he would do the same thing in their shoes, the hiding in the snow was an ingenious move because even if they marched here, they would see nothing out of place and they would miss the tiny holes that they had punched through the snow to breathe.
Tyr did not know how long they were but judging from their pale skin, he could surmise that they have been here for quite some time.
"I know who you are…" Jökull said, pointing his sword at Tyr.
"You are Tyr…. Tyr Ragnarsson." Jökull blurted out.
"That is nice, it is only fitting to know the name of the one who would claim your head," The moment Tyr said this, a murderous intent enveloped him.
Jökull was his, and everyone instinctively knew the fate that would await them if they try to interfere, allies and foes alike.
Gissur was a lunatic, and it showed by how he approached the battle. He charged right at whatever danger without a second thought and right now, he was ready to cut down anyone and everyone.Gissur had his broadsword brandished, and he wanted to cover it in the blood of his enemy.He saw footprints leading away from their camp, and he knew full well that this was a trap but he did not care about this.Gissur was a man who believed if it was his time to die, then he would die, and the fact that they were brave enough to challenge them as they did.Gissur had no intentions of letting things go their way, he looked back and noticed that no one was coming or backing him up but this only made him smile."Ah! Very good!" Gissur thought to himself, it was almost like he had perceived what Tyr did.Gissur and his men followed the footprints and the enemy clearly did not put into account how eager he was to cut them down, he had outrun his men, leaving them for dust and it was because of his speed that he could catch up to the archers and warriors that were responsible for the hail of arrows."Heh! Found you~!" Gissur called out and they could not believe he caught up with them at such a pace."Shit! He caught up!?" A man shouted, visibly distressed."D-Do not be afraid! He is just one man!" Another man said and the moment he turned around was the very moment his head disconnected from his body."He is right! I am just one man!" Gissur said as he found himself surrounded by up to fifty men, but neither Sturla nor Sighvatur was there, but Gissur was not surprised by this.The archers could not shoot carelessly because if they missed Gissur, they risked friendly fire.The men were scared, Gissur's killing intent made them weak at the knees because they could tell by one look that this man was something they could not hope to defeat but they had no choice.They did not attempt to fight him one by one.No, they all charged at him in hopes of killing or landing a blow that would take him out of commission.It took a little over ten minutes for them to catch up with Gissur but all they saw when they came was carnage, Gissur did not just kill them but dismembered their bodies in such a grotesque manner and the only person left alive was too traumatized to speak or move.He was conscious yet felt like a hollow husk.Gissur left him alive for one reason alone and that was for him to interrogate him.If this was Sighvatur's plan then it was a poorly executed one.-Tyr had led his forces into what looked to be a dead end, there was nothing nor anyone in sight.Kolbeinn did not question him, Tye could not have lived this long if he did not have a nose for such things.Nora looked puzzled as to why he brought them out there but Gudrun put all her trust in him."They are here" Tyr blurted out but there was no one in sight so who exactly was there?"We followed your command but you have led us to a dead end!" A warrior protested right beside him but Tyr did not say anything.He looked at the man and smiled, the man immediately broke eye contact and kept quiet."Archers" Tyr said. They were confused as to why he was calling them but once again, Kolbeinn chose to trust him.He nodded, giving them the go-ahead as they still needed Kolbeinn's approval to carry out these actions.The archers prepared their bows but they were not aiming at anyone in particular.Tyr gestured with his hand, instructing them to point it skywards and they did just that.When it was aligned the way he wanted it, he brought his hand down and the arrows were fired into the air.Everyone fell silent, they wanted to see what happened and the arrows were simply buried in the snow.Everyone looked at each other in confusion, this confusion extended to Kolbeinn.But Tyr remained focused, but that focus broke as he began to chuckle."So that is what it is" Tyr muttered to himself, he was seeing something no one else was.They began to notice the snow that the arrows had hit turn red, they had buried themselves beneath the snow and they burst out.Tyr's intuition was spot on and everyone was stunned, this included the enemies because they were certain they left no trace."How did you know?" A man with a helmet that looked very much like a bear's skull emerged.He had a rough appearance with a bald head, he had no beard because his mouth and under his jaw were burnt. This was the man known as Jkull Steinfinnsson. He stood at an impressive 6' 2 with tattoos on his fingers.Tyr did not give him a response but instead wore a creepy smile, Kolbeinn could not believe this.Judging by their numbers, this was the main force of the enemy.Try knew simply because he would do the same thing in their shoes, the hiding in the snow was an ingenious move because even if they marched here, they would see nothing out of place and they would miss the tiny holes that they had punched through the snow to breathe.Tyr did not know how long they were but judging from their pale skin, he could surmise that they have been here for quite some time. "I know who you are" Jkull said, pointing his sword at Tyr."You are Tyr. Tyr Ragnarsson." Jkull blurted out."That is nice, it is only fitting to know the name of the one who would claim your head," The moment Tyr said this, a murderous intent enveloped him.Jkull was his, and everyone instinctively knew the fate that would await them if they try to interfere, allies and foes alike.
