The Son Of Ragnar



Tyr Ragnarsson was locked in what could prove to be the most important fight of his life, he was going up against Jökull.

A man who has bested him on two occasions and Tyr still has not figured out how to defeat him but it could be said that his armor helped him greatly on those two occasions but this also meant that Jökull had seen some of the tricks Tyr had up his sleeves and was better equipped to counter them for experience is the best teacher. 

Jökull brought down his weapon on Tyr's wooden shield, the force almost splitting it into two, this forced Tyr to gain some distance between them. 

He did not remember Jökull being this physically strong so where did this strength come from?

ραпdα -n૦νe| , c૦m Jökull was not in a hurry, allowing Tyr to recompose himself as the warriors around mocked the dark-skinned boy. 

Sighvatur was curious to see what Tyr could do first-hand and the handicapped he gave Tyr was Jökull being without a shield. 

Tyr knew he had to fight smart, he could not rely on his skills alone as oftentimes, it has proven to be insufficient.

He took a deep breath, and Jökull's eyes slightly widened in surprise.

"You fool! You are full of openings! Are you even a warrior? Gahahaha!" A random Viking said but only a few sensed that this was no careless stance but an actual battle stance. 

"Interesting…" Sighvatur thought to himself as he found himself growing more invested in this battle as time passed. 

Jökull knew he had to be cautious because such a careless stance, meant that Tyr was giving up on defending and focused on counter-attacking. 

He was the faster of the two warriors so this was an effective means of combat for him. 

Jökull made a miscalculation and was thinking that Tyr was waiting for him to make the first move but that was not the case. 

Tyr charged at Jökull, Tyr knew his shield would not hold up for much longer and knew he had to find a way to defeat Jökull before it gave in. 

Tyr was expecting an attack with the sword and thus, prioritized Jökull's upper-body movements.

But this did not mean he neglected his lower body as he had learned a thing or two about this from watching Gissur fight Sturla. He accumulated the knowledge of battles he has witnessed and experienced to further improve his fighting.

But all Jökull did was use Tyr's shield as a stepping stone to jump over him, preemptively evading whatever attack he had planned to begin with. 

Jökull landed behind him and before Tyr could turn, Jökull had thrust his blade to impale the young warrior from his blindspot yet Tyr dodged it perfectly without seeing it by simply sidestepping the attack like he was a dancing willow, this effectively changed his body language. 

Everyone went silent, and the jeering stopped as they could not believe just how good he was to be able to dodge an attack from his blind spot.

It was like he had eyes at the back of his head.

Tyr spun like a ballet dancer around the attack and aimed his elbow right at Jökull's face before he could retract his sword but the experienced warrior blocked it with his other hand.

Forcing Tyr to once again gain some distance from Jökull, everyone thought this would be a one-strike kind of execution but this was turning out to be a lot more entertaining than they had bargained for.

Tyr knew he had to be patient, he could not rush this.

"I see… He met Thorvald…" Sighvatur thought to himself and understood how Tyr survived for so long suddenly made sense to him. 

Tyr knew he needed to be faster if he was going to break through Jökull's defense.

Tyr charged at him once more but he did something strange, he threw his shield like a projectile after reaching close-proximity to Jökull, Jökull knew he could not dodge it because if he did, he would be left open to Tyr's attack. 

He had two choices here, dodge the attack and increase the probability of getting injured to 70% percent or block it and reduce it to 50%.

Tyr smiled because he knew he had Jökull beat when it came to speed, but what he did not account for was there is a third option. 

Jökull kicked the shield right back at Tyr and the only reason Tyr could dodge it was because of his speed and that was even barely, landing awkwardly.

Jökull was going to end it with this final attack as he grabbed the hilt of his blade with both hands to increase his striking power, there was no way in hell that Tyr could block it for his strength has never been the most impressive aspect of himself. 

Jökull brought down his ax like an executioner and Tyr's body made it impossible for him to dodge.

Tyr, however, had planned this as he had learned this earlier regarding loopholes.

He had created an opening by deceiving Jökull into thinking it was of his own doing.

Everything he had learned was tweaked until it was refined and unique to him alone. This time, it worked in his favor.

Tyr had always been nimble and this was what made it possible to side-step the attack that came crashing down and now Jökull was the one in a disadvantageous position.

He had swung with all his strength so there was no way he could recollect himself before Tyr attacked.

Tyr gently rested the cold steel blade on Jökull's neck, Jökull's blade struck the ground at approximately the same time. This single motion showed that Tyr had bested Jökull in their brief exchange. The whispers began because no one had ever seen Jökull being pushed this far.

Tyr moved to decapitate him without hesitation but he realized at that moment that the blade they had given him was blunt.

And what followed was a blow to his right temple, sending the young warrior flying into the wooden spike, grazing him in the process.

"This is not looking good," Tyr thought to himself.

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