The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr was exhausted and he had snuffed most of the lights out and eliminated the enemies but at the cost of his stamina.

Tyr was relieved that Thorgard had taken the hostage away because something told them that as long as that man was alive, the chances of them being alive increased as well.

"Are you okay?" The lady who had no name asked Tyr, but Tyr did not give her a response.

He knew he had to coordinate his army and fast or they risked losing even more.

"What is your name?" Tyr asked the lady, this was a question that many have asked her and she always gave the same answer.

"I do not have a name," She responded bluntly but Tyr wasn't satisfied with this.

He needed something to call her by.

"Not anymore," Tyr said and this caught Baard's attention because everyone was content with her being nameless.

"I hereby give you the name, Sigrid the Proud…" Tyr said and the lady's face lit up.

This was the first time that someone had taken the time to name her.

Baard smirked the moment Tyr did this because this was a moment he had been waiting for.

"Sigrid…" She muttered to herself and Tyr nodded.

"Vikings, this is just the beginning! I need you all to lend me your strength as I have lent you mine! This is war and a lot more of us will die but death is the beginning of a new life for us! We do not fear it! We do not shy from it! We face it and die like warriors!" Tyr said.

He knew he still had to fight but he also knew that there was only so much he could do.

"You have me, a son of Ragnar by your side! I have conquered death! But I want you all to lend me your strength so we may conquer an army far greater than ours!" Tyr screamed.

The Vikings around were beginning to believe that they were invincible even though this was not the case.

Tyr knew they could not have another battler without losing and bringing an end to this venture.

If the gates were dropped, it wouldn't make a difference if there was no army to exploit it.

Tyr began to formulate a plan in his head because he knew that was what they needed.

Tyr looked at Rolf, he did not like him but Rolf was strong and it was clear that he was not afraid to make decisions that put others at risk.

They needed to preserve as much fighting power as they could.

Rolf fought Tyr and his strange technique was what gave him the upper hand in that battle even though Tyr wasn't overwhelmed by him either.

"Rolf…" Tyr called out and the young man looked at Tyr, getting up as he walked towards Ragnar's son.

"What is it?" Rolf asked bluntly, the fact that he responded to Tyr meant that he recognized his authority because even Rolf understood their dire situation.

If everyone died here, he too would fall without a doubt and it was too soon for him to die.

Tyr was about to tell his plan to Rolf because he knew the warrior had the means of executing it.

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Bjorn's plan was in motion, they began to climb the edges of the wall, sticking to it like spiders.

But not everyone did so, it was only Hagen and Bjorn that did so.

Grjötgard and Salgard remained on the wall but they were crouched and slowly moving in the direction that the others were crawling to.

Salgard was surprised that his brother listened to Bjorn but he was a son of Ragnar so he was not just any warrior.

"Salgard…" Grjötgard whispered and his younger brother stood at full attention.

"Do not doubt my choices or I will throw you over that wall," Grjötgard warned Salgard and this was to put him back in line because he needed his full dedication to the task at hand.

Uncertainty made him a liability and Grjötgard could not risk the task at hand even if it meant sacrificing blood.

Salgard gulped but he quickly got in order, he had to trust the process and then the signal was given. Like an assassin, Bjorn crept up on the enemy from behind the wall.

There was no way that they could have anticipated this and the first thing he did was run his blade right through their throat to destroy their vocals.

They were incapable of screaming and this was a smart choice as Bjorn immediately took the person to the ground so no one could see him.

The only person who could see him was killed by Hagen doing the same thing that Bjorn had just done.

The honourable Bjorn was using underhanded tactics, this was to show that he understood the severity of the situation.

The life of his father was at risk and that was enough for him to take such a drastic measure.

Bjorn was slowly understanding why Tyr was the way he was.

They had managed to take down two guards and they dragged the bodies towards where the others were, this was good but Hagen noted that the tools they had used would not hold up.

They could not do what they had just done again but now they had access to their clothes.

They had on the same clothes and everyone knew what it was that they had to do.

They had to wear it so they could blend in, Grjötgard wearing it was out of the question due to his size, there was no way that this would size him.

Hagen also did not wish to wear it as he had to rectify the broken tool to see if he could salvage it.

This left Bjorn and Salgard to undertake this task, without much discussion, they wore the clothes without a second thought.

They thought about throwing the bodies over the wall but they risked being detected so this was the best thing to do for now.

They left the bodies and instead, chose to guide it, luckily they had a bow and arrow but the warriors present did not have that much proficiency with these weapons.

Or so they thought, Grjötgard picked it up and reassured the two that he would provide support.

The rescue of Ragnar was underway, their target was no longer the gates because they knew that the others would not make it in time.

Grjötgard also noted that these parts were scarce, this could mean that they had sent their main force out the gates already defeating the purpose of their plan.

"General Grjötgard, do you think we can take Northumbria?" Hagen asked the man in charge, seeking his honest opinion and he gave one response as he let loose an arrow from the bow that quietly took a warrior that was approaching their position.

"No,"