Things Aren't As They Seem...

Tyr was about to commit a slaughter and Ragnar didn't see himself fighting his son but the soldiers there couldn't move.

They could tell by Tyr's body language that their King would be killed if they moved and this meant that they had no choice but to stand and watch.

Tyr walked up to a child, he was frozen in fear with his mother behind him, sobbing.

Tyr looked at her before returning his gaze to the kid.

"A child thinks he has the right to dishonour my father?" Tyr couldn't believe the audacity.

He chuckled the moment he saw this and it slowly evolved into a maniacal laugh.

But what followed was blood splatter, the child felt blood dripping on his head but it wasn't his before a body dropped beside him.

The child looked over only to see his mother, her throat had been slit and the blood kept gushing.

He watched her struggle for air, clawing at her severed throat which only made it worse.