Tyr Falters!?

The army arrived at the shore, they were a lot bigger than they had anticipated, showing that Northumbria had every intention of ending this fight.

But upon reaching the shoreline, they saw nothing but the corpses of their friends.

"What is going on?" A random warrior asked, curious because the threat that was reported was a lot different from the scene where they met.

There were fewer corpses around than anticipated, making him raise a brow in suspicion.

"It looks like we had nothing to worry about," Another warrior bragged but this wasn't the case.

The lighting was against them and they could barely see in front of them, Tyr made sure of this.

There was a man on one of the biggest horses that anyone had seen, his size was intimidating as he was not only covered in heavy armour and a helmet that concealed his face.

He was approximately 6' 7 and he was the one in charge of this great army.