{STEPHEN POV}
Stephen was possibly having the worst day of his current life in this Game. First, his plans didn't fall through, and second, the blasted viking was refusing to listen to reason. Sure, they've been spotted, but that didn't mean that they should abandon all forms of surprise attacks. What kind of moron would just announce himself to his target that he was going to kill them? Especially without so much as a plan in place to fight against a numerically superior group?
It was just plain madness!
"Wait, you moron!" Stephen called out to his dumb ally of a viking. "We can't just-"
*THUD!*
The ground suddenly shook underneath Stephen's feet, causing him to pause as he tried his best to determine its cause. Likewise, his viking partner thankfully stopped as well, his gaze landing on him as if looking for an answer to the sudden phenomenon. Of course, now the brute would listen to him...