A Defining Point?

Asmund was looking right at Kjell. He knew the Earls were strong but had intentionally downplayed their strength because he understood that people ran their mouths.

It was general knowledge that Vestfold warriors were strong, but even this was absurd. 

"Asmund, I think you realize it, but your era is over… You trained Signy for this day, and I think he is ready…." Kjell spoke to his former King, stopping the bleeding by jamming a burning arrow into his wound. Kjell bit his lips so hard that blood dripped from them.

"Are you doing it for Signy or yourself?" Asmund questioned.

Kjell walked towards Asmund, grabbing Erik's ax on the floor as he inched closer to Asmund.

Asmund would have no problem defeating him in his current state, but he was a dying man unlike Kjell. He knew he wanted to blame his death on Erik, which would make Signy stronger.