Imposter?

Erik was angry that he did not get to fight King Asmund but he found it strange that Asmund would retreat knowing the repercussions of such an action. Asmund was no dunce when it came to battle, let alone strategy but thinking now would do nothing for Erik.

Erik took a deep breath like he was trying to calm himself, before screaming.

"LISTEN WARRIORS OF VESTFOLD! YOUR KING HAS CONCEDED DEFEAT! YOU HAVE LOST THIS BATTLE!" Erik's voice echoed throughout the battlefield, the fact that his voice was coming from behind their lines gave authenticity to his words.

The blind arrow barrage had cut down their numbers in great numbers. Erik's gamble had paid off, and with this news, their morals dropped to the ground.

They ran out of the smoke and Erik cut down one or two just to feed his axes but they were retreating, and the cheers of the Vikings showed that they had secured victory.

They pushed out of the smoke, barely clinging to life as they coughed.