There will be Danish and Icelandic translations throughout the story.
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It all had happened so fast, you hardly remember how it even went down.
"Hvitserk!" You yell and plunge your sword through a man's neck, watching as it squirts out onto Hvitserks face, turning to face the sound of your voice.
He looks at you as the man drops to the ground and you softly scold him for being so careless as to miss the man who was charging up behind him.
"We need to get out of here, we're over powered." You quickly spit out to the man as you spin on your heel and cut down another warrior, hardly blinking as you do so.
"We don't run away from a fight." He grunts as his back presses up against your own. He hacks down a few enemies of his own while you do the same.
"It's not running away, we are clearly out numbered!" You hiss and just miss a strike to the head from a man before you stab him in the gut with a loud scream of victory.
"Ivar said he'd bring back up, we just need to wait it out." He tried to defend and you simply scoff as your back is slammed into Hvitserks.
"Ivar isn't going to come clearly, we need to get out of here and recollect ourselves." You fight back and he doesn't respond as you push a man to the ground and stab him in the ribs.
His silence puts you on edge as you look up and see a circle of people surrounding you, swords and bows drawn. "Shit." You mummer quietly and a man pushes through the warriors as you and Hvitserk back up into a stone wall.
You grip your sword and shield tightly in your hands as Hvitserk does the same. The man in front of you smirks as he watches the expressions on your face change into ones of panic.
"Give up, all your warriors are either dead or dying. No one is coming for you, give yourself up to God and face his punishment." The man hisses expertly in your language.
Hvitserk looks over at you and his eyes search your face for some sort of answer. All you do is look back at the man and swallow harshly before speaking.
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"Brænd i helvede gris." You hiss and he laughs back at you, causing a few of the men standing with him to chuckle even though they couldn't understand you. (Burn in hell pig. Icelandic- Brenna í helvítis svín.)
"I am a man of God, Hell has no part in my life." He hisses and then mutters something in his own language that Hvitserk is able to understand and he quickly pushes himself in front of you and leans his back into you softly.
"Hvitserk, what are you doing?" You ask quietly and your sword presses flat to your chest as he stares them all down.
"He wants to have you taken away and killed, I won't let him." He mutters defensively and a few warriors start to surround him as he braces for the inevitable.
