One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!
Tyr's brief spar with Kolbeinn made him realize he was nowhere near where he should be if he was going to stand on his own as a renowned warrior.
A warrior that could challenge even the top fighters but Tyr had killed two commanders despite being significantly weaker and he also had a King on his list of slain enemies.
Kolbeinn was stronger, there was no doubt but Tyr grew to understand that superior strength was only a fraction of the needed skill needed to outdo an enemy.
Kolbeinn had also shown his hand, Tyr now knew what to expect should they cross swords with intent to kill one another, he would not be as stupid to take such a bait twice.
Kolbeinn was not surprised when he told him he had killed Erik, this was a very impressive feat because Erik was a monster whose atrocities had reached even his ears and beyond.
Tyr conceded defeat honorably, bowing slightly to show Kolbeinn that he accepted his defeat in good faith.