Chapter 402 Tyr, The Undead Vs Calvin, The Bishop Warrior!
Tyr stood against Calvin, with his dual axes equipped and Alf standing behind the warrior.
Alf knew better than anyone how strong Calvin was but he also knew that Tyr was yet to show his true strength ever since returning to the Viking world from his exile.
He has been playing and messing around, it was like he was scared of his strength but one person that had a gauge of his strength was Thorgard.
Tyr had shown him a glimpse of it during their spar.
"May I know the name of the man I am about to kill?" Tyr asked calmly but Calvin took this request the wrong way.
"You have some balls, I give you that but I will show you the difference between a soldier anointed by Christ and an unbeliever worshipping false gods..." Calvin muttered as his sword was held up.o
"God this, gods that... You do talk a lot but you misjudge..." Tyr said as he began to walk towards Calvin, Alf gulped in anticipation as the honour that came with witnessing such a high-stakes battle dawned on him.
"I do not need the gods' protection, they are the ones that need protection from me," the moment these words left Tyr's lips, he vanished from sight and his next position was right in front of Calvin.
Alf could barely follow his movement, Tyr was simply that fast but Calvin was another case entirely because the moment Tyr appeared in front of him, he was met with a kick aimed right at his head.
The way his body was positioned made it impossible for him to use his weapons to block it so he had to leap backwards to avoid it but Calvin wasn't going to give him any time to waste.
The moment the young warrior came to a halt, the looming shadow of a slender object from above prompted him to cross his axes to block the downward swing of Calvin.
Calvin was strong and Tyr could feel his weapon being pushed back on him but a gut-wrenching pain soon originated from his lower torso.
Calvin had kicked him and this forced Tyr to momentarily break his defence, allowing the Bishop's weapon to break through.
Calvin's swing no longer had any obstacle and it was headed right for Tyr's head but the young warrior grinned the moment he saw this.
"Did you really think it would be that easy? Compared to Gissur, your attacks feel like a tickle," Tyr muttered, this made it obvious that Tyr had intentionally done this to make Calvin think he had the upper hand.
Tyr's body suddenly shifted, he managed to lean back with the sword narrowly missing his head but splitting his loose clothes down the middle.
Calvin's sword made contact with the wooden floor and Tyr immediately went for his fingers holding the sword.
Calvin found this fighting style strange because it was like Tyr didn't want to kill him and he was more focused on disarming him for some reason.
Calvin let go of his blade as Tyr's axe made contact with the hilt of the sword with Calvin using this opportunity to gain some distance.
"What is that fighting style?" Calvin thought to himself, Tyr's movements were unpredictable and his body stance betrayed the limitation of what he could do.
"Where is your God, Bishop? Does he rest in this sword of yours?" Tyr said, strapping his axes as he picked up the sword.
"Does this mean that he is now on my side?" Tyr asked but Calvin was triggered.
The audacity this pagan had but Calvin was soon left speechless the moment he caught a glimpse at Tyr's body.
"What the hell? How did you get those wounds!?" Calvin asked, the fact that this man before him was barely seventeen made him question just what kind of life he has lived.
"These are the wounds that have brought me here... And now with the weapon blessed by your God, I will take your life," Tyr said and Calvin's face cracked.
Alf was speechless, this battle was swift, it didn't even last five minutes and Calvin was not only disarmed but he was about to be killed by his own weapon.
"S-Stay back you filthy pagan!" Calvin barked, he knew he had to find a way to leave but he had to get through Tyr first to do that.
"I am Tyr, the undead, Tyr the kingslayer but I wonder what it is like..." Tyr paused before vanishing and appearing right in front of Calvin once again but this time he was faster.
"... To slay a God," Tyr's face creased into an eerie grin as blood spatter was the next thing that followed with the swing of the sword.
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"Brother, why did you allow Tyr to go?" Thorgard asked his older brother, trying to understand his reason for risking Tyr on such a reckless mission.
"Allow him? Tyr is a true warrior that is ready to do whatever it takes to make this succeed, even if it means doing something so crazy. I do not know why but I just know that he will succeed..." Grjötgard said.
Salgard took note of this, this was a strange side to his older brother that he had never seen but Salgard was not convinced just yet.
He couldn't help but believe that Tyr had an ulterior motive and his power of persuasion was the most dangerous thing about him.
Tyr could sway even his brother but Salgard also understood that this boy might prove to be an important piece in the conquest of Northumbria.
Tyr was not afraid of making decisions, at that age, it was impressive how little he valued his life or was he simply that confident about his strength?
But he had to survive this ordeal first, there was no guarantee that Alf would carry out his task or even not betray him, it was stupid of Tyr to trust a slaver that gives his loyalty to the highest bidder in hindsight.
The warriors waited anxiously for up to an hour because they didn't know if such a thing was even possible in the first place.
But there it was, they saw a boat headed in their direction and the warriors cheered the moment that they established it was Tyr.
Tyr had taken Bishop Calvin captive, he understood the power of bargaining and this would stop the enemies from carelessly attacking their boats seeing as they had one of their own.
And on his left, was Alf. Tyr's plan was a resounding success.
