Chapter 287: Tyr Rescued?
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The long clan conflict was coming to an end today, the months of fighting and dying were concluding but would it have been worth it?
Tyr disrupted their world and threw it into chaos, he was the bad egg that needed to be thrown out yet but they had no way of knowing just how rotten he truly was.
He was anything but good, he had orchestrated the deaths and falls of people with no remorse as long as it got him his end goal.
The death of Jökull was another such case, everyone was surprised and Sighvatur knew he had made a mistake, a mistake he had never made prior and that was not seeing this possibility.
"Kill him!" Sighvatur; instructed he was done playing his game, he was fond of such games as this trait was seen with the scout he let escape when he captured Njal.
But he was not taking any chances, Tyr jumped over the barricade after equipping Jökull's sharper blade and began cutting down his enemies.
Tyr was ruthless and no one was spared, he was moving like he was a demon and used all the fighting styles he had learned so far.
Dodging and weaving every attack while simultaneously killing them.
Tyr was in a trance, he was not thinking straight and all he saw at that moment was red.
Sighvatur equipped a spear and tossed it straight at Tytr but all Tyr did was dodge it as the spear burrowed into his own men, Tyr was surrounded.
He was outnumbered and alone yet the men feared him, they were scared to draw their weapons.
Tyr was intimidating and they noticed he only attacked if they attacked so they just did not because they knew they could not kill him.
"Is he human?" A Viking asked. Sighvatur's game had backfired as everyone began to question what Tyr was, going as far as to call him a god but Tyr was losing blood.
He was not impervious to damage and fighting so many people, it was only fair he would be injured in the process.
Yet he stood, Sighvatur chuckled, he could not believe that a child was capable of striking fear in his heart, it was ironic, to say the least, but Tyr was nothing compared to the monsters he had seen many years ago.
He recollected himself and instructed his men to kill Tyr but they hesitated. They were more frightened of Tyr than they were of their Chieftain but Sighvatur persuaded them.
The men attacked with renewed vigor and Tyr's fatigue was surfacing as his movements became a lot more sluggish, they were grazing him all over now yet Tyr still stood.
The snow had absorbed his blood and the trance he was in, broke.
SIghvatur instructed everyone to stop, he wanted to be the one to take his heat.
He dragged a giant ax along the floor, and he looked happy that he got to experience this.
Whoever this boy was or wherever he came from, it was intriguing, he was like a possessed beast but he had reached his limit.
The fact that a child could cause this much damage was astonishing, the crowd opened up to allow Sighvatur passage.
Tyr was breathing heavily and his skin had gone pale, but his eyes still had a fight in them.
He was not about to give up because he refused to believe that this was the fate the gods had for them. He was going to oppose them directly.
Tyr's limb was shaky but he still managed to raise the sword that felt like it weighed twice his body.
"I-I got you to draw," Tyr said but Sighvatur was not buying this.
He watched how Tyr fought and realized this was part of his trick to make his opponent drop their guard.
Sighvatur stopped and instructed an archer to shoot an arrow at Tyr and there was nothing he could do about it.
The arrow fizzled through the air and impaled Tyr right in the stomach, Tyr's knees buckled but Sighvatur's men began to question him because this was beginning to look like their Chieftain was scared of him.
Sighvatur on paper had the skills to kill Tyr but seeing Tyr in that state triggered some deep-seated fear, and post-traumatic stress disorder originating from his battles with the Berserkers, he was losing credibility among his warriors as they were beginning to see him as just a man.
Tyr was on his knees, yet the look in his eyes was anything but defeated.
Sighvatur raised his ax, and it came down intending to take his head clean off but SIghvatur met resistance.
Something had stopped his strike, and it was an unlikely savior in the form of Skaði.
Skaði watched the whole thing, she could not believe that Tyr was able to kill Jökull and make Sighvatur scared all in the same day.
This was something she had never seen in her life, and now she was certain that Tyr was not just a random warrior but a man worthy to follow.
Sighvatur lost all credibility when he showed fear, but Skaði could not defeat him in combat.
She did not know why she opposed him but she just found herself doing it.
"What is the meaning of this, Skaði?" Sighvatur asked, Skaði was scared shitless because she knew there was no going back now.
"I-I do not know Chieftain but I have a feeling the gods would not forgive me if I let him die here today," Skaði said, she was trembling and Sighvatur noticed the blood dripping down her limbs.
Her wounds had reopened, such was the strength of Sighvatur.
Sighvatur slapped Skaði away like he was swatting a fly, she was sent flying, knocking her out with a single blow.
But this was all the time needed for Skaði had bought enough time as Kolbeinn and his forces arrived just in the nick of time.
"Sighvatur, you fucking bastard!" Kolbeinn gnawed his teeth in anger and Tyr fell face-first into the snow the moment he saw Kolbeinn, his body relaxed
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The long clan conflict was coming to an end today, the months of fighting and dying were concluding but would it have been worth it?
Tyr disrupted their world and threw it into chaos, he was the bad egg that needed to be thrown out yet but they had no way of knowing just how rotten he truly was.
He was anything but good, he had orchestrated the deaths and falls of people with no remorse as long as it got him his end goal.
The death of Jökull was another such case, everyone was surprised and Sighvatur knew he had made a mistake, a mistake he had never made prior and that was not seeing this possibility.
"Kill him!" Sighvatur; instructed he was done playing his game, he was fond of such games as this trait was seen with the scout he let escape when he captured Njal.
But he was not taking any chances, Tyr jumped over the barricade after equipping Jökull's sharper blade and began cutting down his enemies.
Tyr was ruthless and no one was spared, he was moving like he was a demon and used all the fighting styles he had learned so far.
Dodging and weaving every attack while simultaneously killing them.
Tyr was in a trance, he was not thinking straight and all he saw at that moment was red.
Sighvatur equipped a spear and tossed it straight at Tytr but all Tyr did was dodge it as the spear burrowed into his own men, Tyr was surrounded.
He was outnumbered and alone yet the men feared him, they were scared to draw their weapons.
Tyr was intimidating and they noticed he only attacked if they attacked so they just did not because they knew they could not kill him.
"Is he human?" A Viking asked. Sighvatur's game had backfired as everyone began to question what Tyr was, going as far as to call him a god but Tyr was losing blood.
He was not impervious to damage and fighting so many people, it was only fair he would be injured in the process.
Yet he stood, Sighvatur chuckled, he could not believe that a child was capable of striking fear in his heart, it was ironic, to say the least, but Tyr was nothing compared to the monsters he had seen many years ago.
He recollected himself and instructed his men to kill Tyr but they hesitated. They were more frightened of Tyr than they were of their Chieftain but Sighvatur persuaded them.
The men attacked with renewed vigor and Tyr's fatigue was surfacing as his movements became a lot more sluggish, they were grazing him all over now yet Tyr still stood.
The snow had absorbed his blood and the trance he was in, broke.
SIghvatur instructed everyone to stop, he wanted to be the one to take his heat.
He dragged a giant ax along the floor, and he looked happy that he got to experience this.
Whoever this boy was or wherever he came from, it was intriguing, he was like a possessed beast but he had reached his limit.
The fact that a child could cause this much damage was astonishing, the crowd opened up to allow Sighvatur passage.
Tyr was breathing heavily and his skin had gone pale, but his eyes still had a fight in them.
He was not about to give up because he refused to believe that this was the fate the gods had for them. He was going to oppose them directly.
Tyr's limb was shaky but he still managed to raise the sword that felt like it weighed twice his body.
"I-I got you to draw," Tyr said but Sighvatur was not buying this.
He watched how Tyr fought and realized this was part of his trick to make his opponent drop their guard.
Sighvatur stopped and instructed an archer to shoot an arrow at Tyr and there was nothing he could do about it.
The arrow fizzled through the air and impaled Tyr right in the stomach, Tyr's knees buckled but Sighvatur's men began to question him because this was beginning to look like their Chieftain was scared of him.
Sighvatur on paper had the skills to kill Tyr but seeing Tyr in that state triggered some deep-seated fear, and post-traumatic stress disorder originating from his battles with the Berserkers, he was losing credibility among his warriors as they were beginning to see him as just a man.
Tyr was on his knees, yet the look in his eyes was anything but defeated.
Sighvatur raised his ax, and it came down intending to take his head clean off but SIghvatur met resistance.
Something had stopped his strike, and it was an unlikely savior in the form of Skaði.
Skaði watched the whole thing, she could not believe that Tyr was able to kill Jökull and make Sighvatur scared all in the same day.
This was something she had never seen in her life, and now she was certain that Tyr was not just a random warrior but a man worthy to follow.
Sighvatur lost all credibility when he showed fear, but Skaði could not defeat him in combat.
She did not know why she opposed him but she just found herself doing it.
"What is the meaning of this, Skaði?" Sighvatur asked, Skaði was scared shitless because she knew there was no going back now.
"I-I do not know Chieftain but I have a feeling the gods would not forgive me if I let him die here today," Skaði said, she was trembling and Sighvatur noticed the blood dripping down her limbs.
Her wounds had reopened, such was the strength of Sighvatur.
Sighvatur slapped Skaði away like he was swatting a fly, she was sent flying, knocking her out with a single blow.
But this was all the time needed for Skaði had bought enough time as Kolbeinn and his forces arrived just in the nick of time.
"Sighvatur, you fucking bastard!" Kolbeinn gnawed his teeth in anger and Tyr fell face-first into the snow the moment he saw Kolbeinn, his body relaxed
The long clan conflict was coming to an end today, the months of fighting and dying were concluding but would it have been worth it?Tyr disrupted their world and threw it into chaos, he was the bad egg that needed to be thrown out yet but they had no way of knowing just how rotten he truly was.He was anything but good, he had orchestrated the deaths and falls of people with no remorse as long as it got him his end goal.The death of Jkull was another such case, everyone was surprised and Sighvatur knew he had made a mistake, a mistake he had never made prior and that was not seeing this possibility."Kill him!" Sighvatur; instructed he was done playing his game, he was fond of such games as this trait was seen with the scout he let escape when he captured Njal.But he was not taking any chances, Tyr jumped over the barricade after equipping Jkull's sharper blade and began cutting down his enemies. Tyr was ruthless and no one was spared, he was moving like he was a demon and used all the fighting styles he had learned so far.Dodging and weaving every attack while simultaneously killing them.Tyr was in a trance, he was not thinking straight and all he saw at that moment was red.Sighvatur equipped a spear and tossed it straight at Tytr but all Tyr did was dodge it as the spear burrowed into his own men, Tyr was surrounded.He was outnumbered and alone yet the men feared him, they were scared to draw their weapons.Tyr was intimidating and they noticed he only attacked if they attacked so they just did not because they knew they could not kill him."Is he human?" A Viking asked. Sighvatur's game had backfired as everyone began to question what Tyr was, going as far as to call him a god but Tyr was losing blood.He was not impervious to damage and fighting so many people, it was only fair he would be injured in the process.Yet he stood, Sighvatur chuckled, he could not believe that a child was capable of striking fear in his heart, it was ironic, to say the least, but Tyr was nothing compared to the monsters he had seen many years ago.He recollected himself and instructed his men to kill Tyr but they hesitated. They were more frightened of Tyr than they were of their Chieftain but Sighvatur persuaded them.The men attacked with renewed vigor and Tyr's fatigue was surfacing as his movements became a lot more sluggish, they were grazing him all over now yet Tyr still stood.The snow had absorbed his blood and the trance he was in, broke.SIghvatur instructed everyone to stop, he wanted to be the one to take his heat.He dragged a giant ax along the floor, and he looked happy that he got to experience this.Whoever this boy was or wherever he came from, it was intriguing, he was like a possessed beast but he had reached his limit.The fact that a child could cause this much damage was astonishing, the crowd opened up to allow Sighvatur passage.Tyr was breathing heavily and his skin had gone pale, but his eyes still had a fight in them.He was not about to give up because he refused to believe that this was the fate the gods had for them. He was going to oppose them directly.Tyr's limb was shaky but he still managed to raise the sword that felt like it weighed twice his body."I-I got you to draw," Tyr said but Sighvatur was not buying this.He watched how Tyr fought and realized this was part of his trick to make his opponent drop their guard.Sighvatur stopped and instructed an archer to shoot an arrow at Tyr and there was nothing he could do about it.The arrow fizzled through the air and impaled Tyr right in the stomach, Tyr's knees buckled but Sighvatur's men began to question him because this was beginning to look like their Chieftain was scared of him.Sighvatur on paper had the skills to kill Tyr but seeing Tyr in that state triggered some deep-seated fear, and post-traumatic stress disorder originating from his battles with the Berserkers, he was losing credibility among his warriors as they were beginning to see him as just a man.Tyr was on his knees, yet the look in his eyes was anything but defeated.Sighvatur raised his ax, and it came down intending to take his head clean off but SIghvatur met resistance.Something had stopped his strike, and it was an unlikely savior in the form of Skai.Skai watched the whole thing, she could not believe that Tyr was able to kill Jkull and make Sighvatur scared all in the same day.This was something she had never seen in her life, and now she was certain that Tyr was not just a random warrior but a man worthy to follow.Sighvatur lost all credibility when he showed fear, but Skai could not defeat him in combat.She did not know why she opposed him but she just found herself doing it."What is the meaning of this, Skai?" Sighvatur asked, Skai was scared shitless because she knew there was no going back now. "I-I do not know Chieftain but I have a feeling the gods would not forgive me if I let him die here today," Skai said, she was trembling and Sighvatur noticed the blood dripping down her limbs.Her wounds had reopened, such was the strength of Sighvatur.Sighvatur slapped Skai away like he was swatting a fly, she was sent flying, knocking her out with a single blow.But this was all the time needed for Skai had bought enough time as Kolbeinn and his forces arrived just in the nick of time."Sighvatur, you fucking bastard!" Kolbeinn gnawed his teeth in anger and Tyr fell face-first into the snow the moment he saw Kolbeinn, his body relaxed
