The Son Of Ragnar

Torvi was doing well in holding her ground, cutting down men with her sword like butter.

Her muscular frame granted her not only enhanced physical strength but endurance.

"We can win this!" Torvi screamed, and her man cheered because they were managing.

But one could argue that the enemy was not taking them seriously, it was almost like they were doing this simply to split their forces.

Torvi knew Njal had an uphill battle ahead of him but she did not have time to worry about him right now because she saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

Torvi was strong and a man that was equally as impressive stepped up as they both had each other in sight.

The battlefield was chaotic, Torvi could not even concentrate on just one enemy because another might try to strike her from behind.

This was not a duel, and she knew that this would be difficult.

She saw one of her men about to be executed by the enemy's blade but she ran her sword through his neck before he could do so and the man that she had just saved impaled the man that had snuck up behind her.

"We d-!" An arrow impaled him right in the head.

Torvi knew it was only a matter of time before they all fall but she wanted to buy as much time as possible.

"WE ARE DOING IT!!! PUSH THEM INTO THE FUCKING GROUND!" Torvi screamed and her men had their second wave and began to overpower their enemies but this momentum only lasted a few seconds.

They could not change their reality, they were outnumbered but Torvi had no interest in giving up.

She had to hold the line because if they got past them, they would be able to chase after General Njal.

A luxury she could not afford, she gnawed her teeth s she began beating her chest.

The look in her eyes looked feral, she kept hitting her shield and walking towards the man that was cutting down her warriors with relative ease.

She cut down the ones that challenged her and the man noticed she was coming toward him and grinned.

He was a lot bigger than her but size did not matter in warfare, just skills and experience, something they both had plenty of.

"It's funny seeing a woman give her warriors balls!" The man teased but Torvi was not having any of it.

She needed to be calm, if she could weaken them in any way she would take it.

This man looked strong, he was dressed differently from the rest of his forces, and this could only mean one thing.

"He is the one leading them…" Torvi thought as she took a battle stance, she knew she had to cut off the head of the army.

The battle around them did not stop and only intensified, this was not some fancy battle but rather a chaotic one.

The man did not give his name but Torvi was not interested in it either.

He had a sword and shield in hand, but he would soon display his superior reflex by raising his shield to block the arrow that nearly killed him.

Torvi was not fighting him alone, there was no honor in war and she had no plans of fighting like there were.

The man lowered his shield but Torvi was nowhere to be seen, using the moment his vision was obstructed by his shield to her advantage.

He darted his head left and right but all he saw around him were people fighting, and correctly assumed Torvi was using this as some sort of camouflage for her movement.

Another arrow was soon fired but he managed to block it with his shield once again, this told him two things.

One, he could not look for Torvi the way he pleased or the archer would get him.

Two, he could not focus on the archer because he did not know where Torvi was so this made him question his next choice of action. But the man was confident he could see through this deception.

"Clever girl…" The man muttered under his breath but there was one thing that they did not take into account and that was their enemy's capabilities.

"It's useless if you can catch me," The man muttered as he dashed towards the archer with such pace that it would be physically impossible for Torvi to catch him. The archer tried to stop his charge with multiple arrows but the man easily blocked it with his raised shield.

"Fools!" The man barked as he lowered his child but he did not see the archer anymore, and due to the position of his shield, he could not see Torvi crouched right in front of him.

Torvi impaled his right leg, twisting her sword to open up the wound and increase the rate at which he lost blood. The fall of the man only made his wound worse, his leg was barely hanging on.

He was in pain and his scream was proof of that.

Torvi could not believe she had done it but this was meant to affect the army's morale yet they kept fighting like they did not hear his scream.

Everyone disregarded him and Torvi was confused As to why this was.

But his cries were soon cut short by an arrow that burrowed its tip into his skull, killing him.

Torvi noticed that their reinforcement, well over a hundred men, had arrived.

But that was not the most terrifying thing, everything now made sense why they disregard the cries of this man who was supposedly their leader.

"I-Impossible!" Torvi muttered; her weapon and shield slipping from her hand as she saw the man standing before them. The fighting gradually died down as they all laid eyes on the man that was behind the reinforcement, and everyone just laughed.

They realized at that moment that their struggle was in vain, there was absolutely no doubt now.

"You are….?!"