"This is bad, this is really bad." Karl cussed. What was carrying him at this point was sheer willpower because the arrows that had hit his thighs earlier had handicapped him severely.
He limped and limped; in his path were corpses scattered around.
"Queen Liv! I have to protect you!" Karl thought to himself, barely standing upright.
Karl was helped by a few men that saw him struggling, these were men under Ulrik, and he was glad he did not run into an enemy, or that would have been the end of him because, in this condition, there was no way he could defend himself efficiently.
"What the hell is going on?" Karl asked, hoping for information from these men, his men as command switched to him when Ulrik was imprisoned.
"We are still gathering information, but Kattegat is under attack! We do not know who or why, but things look bad!" The man said, slinging Karl's arm over his shoulder to support his weight with another man doing the same.