Becoming a viking in medieval time

The warriors live on the blood and die in the battle that was said in the old tales. Young Vikings adored and worshipped those who gave their lives in the battle because that was the highest honor for them.

They achieved the true purpose of the warriors and died for their sake even if it was a selfish one.

Since a young age, Erik dreamed of dying in such a way and today was the day. He looked at his enemies who stood tall before his eyes without any fear. Every human fears death, but Viking embraces it with both fear and acceptance.

" For our home, for Valhalla."

He muttered these words under his breath, charging toward the enemies to protect his home and his family. Some may regard him as a fool to charge into his death but his heart was beating louder than ever been. His blood boiled from the adrenaline, and his muscles grew from the heat.

" It is a good day to die, hunter."

Yandal who saw his charging stature, opened his both arms with excitement in his eyes. He felt Erik was a worthy man for his battle and perhaps this would be his last dance.

Bang*

Two short swords clashed in the air, making sparks on the contact as both of them stepped backward from the shock.

Erik didn't hesitate to pull out his axe from his back, swinging it down to Yandal horizontally while pushing his sword with raw strength.

Yandal didn't back down from his challenge as he did the same while locking his hatchet with his axe. Then, he kicked Erik with his leg, breaking the stalemate with a smile on his face.

Erik who was kicked back by Yandal, grabbed a handful of dirt and snow in his offhand. He threw it to his face while Yandal tried to block it with his hatchet. However, Erik didn't give him time to do so as he charged toward him and threw him on the ground even though his body was huge.

" Kuha!"

Yandal felt pain in his back, but he didn't care nonetheless. He quickly rolled on the snow to the dirt while getting up from the ground. The taste of iron rushed into his mouth when he tasted the blood in his mouth.

" Is it interesting, bastard? I will entertain you even more."

Yandal grinned at his taunt, blowing some blood from his nose. He then spat out a tooth from his mouth without care.

" You are excited too, aren't you?"

Erik didn't answer his question before swinging his sword back and forth. Yandal blocked them with great precision but there were a few scratches there and here in the exchange.

" Take this!"

Yandal who saw an opening in his attack, immediately brought his hatchet down to his shoulder.

Splatter*

" Ugh*"

Erik groaned with pain as blood dripped from his shoulder but instead of letting go of his offense, he tightened his shoulder and continued to attack.

Yandal tried to rip out his hatchet from his shoulder, but just as he was about to do it, an elderly man threw a hoe-like thing toward him.

He hastily let go of his hatchet, dodging the incoming hoe.

" Thank you, elder."

Erik said loudly, pulling out the hatchet from his shoulder while looking at Yandal who had scratches all over his body.

" Don't mention it, kid."

The elder didn't spout any words, engaging battle against his enemy.

The duo silently observed each other's situation to determine which one was winning. Surprisingly neither of them was winning because despite being injured in the shoulder Yandal could fight normally and Yandal had huge fatigue and blunt force trauma all over his body.

" Huu* This is the closest moment to my death in my life. Hunter, tell me. Do you have a family?"

Yandal asked with a calm face while catching a breath. He took off his shoulder guards and looked into his eyes.

" I have a beautiful wife and a daughter. What about you?"

Erik threw away to sack on his belt, knowing one of them would die here today.

" I have a pregnant wife, waiting for me in my home. Let's promise each other one thing. If one of us dies here, let's not touch other's family and give them a hand."

Yandal grinned with a bloody mouth.