The final battle drew near and the preparations were made on all sides, Tyr knew the casualties would be insurmountable, it won't be like any battle he has ever faced before.
Blood and chaos, the heads of both foes and allies, this will be a lot of people's last battle but Tyr had no intentions of making it his last.
Kolbeinn was in no fighting condition but seeing him raised the morale of his clan members, this was what Tyr needed for a soldier is most dangerous after experiencing an extreme low right before an extreme high, that euphoric feeling.
Switching hopeless to hopeful in the blink of an eye, Finn was allowed to act independently as he has proven himself worthy of such responsibility.
It was accurate to say that he had more respect than his sister Nora despite his presence being less noticeable.
Tyr did not dismiss him and gave all his ideas a thought, he was willing to learn from him and did not think himself the better strategist which surprised Finn considering the accomplishments Tyr had under his belt.
One would think he would be more arrogant regarding that, but he was humble.
The camp was on high alert throughout the day and the day eventually bled into the night.
The sun had descended but fires were lit, and set up around the camp, they could not afford to be taken by surprise.
Tyr had hoped that his death would deter Vingulmark from partaking but all it did was split them into half, a good thing but this put victory overwhelmingly in Sighvatur's favor.
Tyr knew he had to expect the unexpected because he had not even taken Jökull into the equation. Jökull was strong and nearly killed him on multiple occasions and with Kolbeinn injured and Gissur gone, there were not many men that could match him.
Tyr knew he could not handle them all alone but that was where Finn's original idea came in.
Gudrun spent time talking to her father because she had been neglecting him and this death scare reminded her of how fickle life was.
Tyr sat alone, looking at the flickering flames as he wondered how he got into this mess.
He went from being the son of Ragnar, a king to a Chieftain in the wilderness, he had grown strong but he was not strong enough because the stronger he got, he always managed to meet someone even stronger than him in that regard.
There was no cap to strength and he knew as long as he lived, there would always be someone stronger but could they use their brain as well as he?
Tyr has demonstrated that strength is not all it takes or Erik, Sturla, and Gissur would still be here.
He missed Bjorn, he missed simpler times but he knew he could not return to them but Rugalf was the key to his next phase in life and the marriage to his daughter.
ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom Gudrun was in love with him but he had no feelings for her, he never planned on marrying her because this was not in his best interest.
He was interested in Rugalf's daughter because he knew she would bring him status and that was the single most important thing right now.
It would put him well in line in being King but Tyr had no idea that Rugalf had so many brothers, he never put any thought into that because his daughter would always take priority.
He wondered why he did not take Bjorn to marry her, considering he had Ragnar's blood in his veins, Tyr knew he was not a biological son of Ragnar so the genes were never there.
Tyr was certain that everything would work out fine, he knew deep down that the gods were protecting him, that had to be the only explanation as to why he was still alive.
Tyr looked into the distance and he saw a figure with a staff and a crow above his shoulder, he squinted his eyes to make the figure out but to no avail.
Tyr wiped his eyes and looked there again but his gaze met nothing.
"I need some sleep…." Tyr muttered to himself with a sigh, he was calm.
He knew everyone here was looking up to him, they had made a switch and he was certain that Skaði would have informed Sighvatur of this as well but he was counting on this.
Gissur's wife's prophecy had come to pass, she said that Tyr would kill him and the reason she could no longer see anything when she touched Gissur was because his fate could no longer be changed, it was etched in stone.
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Sighvatur had assembled his army, and they were ready for battle, Jökull had joined up with Sighvatur but Aksel was going to act independently of them but he was aware of their method of attack so there was no way he would sabotage them as Aksel was a fine warrior himself.
Gisssur's wife had seen the fate of Tyr, only she knew how this battle would end and what fate awaited this battle.
"He will lose everything…." She muttered to herself, she was too exhausted to speak in clear tones, no one understood what she said, including Njal.
Njal was injured but still alive, he was surprised as to why he was being kept alive after the demise of his brother, he could not believe that Gissur was dead but not just him, Tyr as well.
Njal was curious what kind of person Tyr was for him to have killed Sturla, a warrior that made quick work of him but it was understood that he tagged with Gissur.
Njal knew he had to escape and his window would open when they leave, that is if they were not killed before they left.
Gissur's wife began laughing hysterically, one could not blame her if she lost her mind considering how she has been treated so far.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" A Viking said, punching her right in the mouth, knocking a few of her teeth loose in the process.
"Everything…. Will…. Be … Lost!" This was all she said before losing consciousness.
