Karl could not believe what had happened; his eyes opened as he frantically searched for where the arrow ca from or who had shot it.
Karl knew he had to get out of there, he felt threatened and was right to because soone was watching them, but Tiril was a prominent lady. Karl knew he needed to explain what happened because saying it as it occurred might be doubted.
Tiril ca and tried to speak to but was killed by an arrow, this sounded like an unbelievable story as questions would be raised, and he might end up suffering the sa fate as Ulrik at this rate.
He was so caught up in his head that he did not see the man erging from the bushes, but luckily, the rustling of the leaves alerted him of this presence.
Karl took a defensive stance, taking a couple of steps backward as he noted the man approaching him.
"You are the right-hand man of Ulrik, are you not?" The man asked but got no response from Karl.
"You can breathe easy; he told to bring you back alive," The strange man said. He had a cloak on, and the only reason why his gender could be discerned was because of his deep voice.
"W-Who are you!? Do you know what you have done!?" Karl questioned the man, and the man was kind enough to answer his questions because he was sure no one was coming to the rescue of Karl.
"Who I am is unimportant, but Tiril had to die; the commanders will all fall. No one can overco the feeling of loss, not even the strongest warriors. For a warrior to be absolute, they have to have nothing they can lose," The man said, casually unsheathing his sword.
"What do you an? Are you after the commanders? What is it you truly want?" Karl regained his composure, his rational side coming back.
"You ask many questions, but as I said, I have no intention of killing you, so how about you co along quietly? I don't mind using force, but I would rather avoid it," The man said as he walked towards Karl. Karl tensed up because Tiril had just died, but then he rembered who he was. He was Karl, the right-hand man of Ulrik.
And just like that, his entire deanor changed like a switch had been flipped in him.
"Ha! I see, so you guys are the ones that made my commander go crazy. That is an unforgivable act. You asked to surrender?" Karl asked rhetorically as he, too, unsheathed his sword.
"Over my dead body," Karl said, and all that could be seen behind the cloak was the nacing smile of the attacker, but before Karl knew it, he was hit in the kneecap by an arrow from his blindspot, forcing his knee to buckle.
"He is not alone?" Karl thought. He would not make this easy for them; he had to find a way to escape this ambush to inform the last commander in Kattegat, he had to tell Herfjötur.
"I am sorry for my thods, but I have no ti for gas," The voice as another arrow was let loose from his blindspot, but Karl had to show them why he was Ulrik's right-hand man.
He turned swiftly and in ti to dodge the arrow coming at him with such ferocity.
Dodging it effectively made the arrow the problem of the man approaching, but all he did was simply sidestep, allowing Karl to notice that he was nimble on his feet.
Realistically speaking, he knew he might not be able to beat them because Karl did not know how many of them were hidden, so he had to conserve his strength and prepare for an attack at any mont from his blindside.
"I have to get out of here." Karl thought. The only good thing about this was they were not going to kill him, which was strange considering he was a liability and there was no one that his death would prompt such drastic actions from, so why did they want him?
Part of Karl wanted to give himself up to find out, but another part told him if he did, it just might be the end of Herfjötur, as she seed to be their next target.
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Ulrik was still in the cell, being well-fed and watching how Arvid was treated; Arvid barely even ate. They had to force it down his throat as he sat in his feces and urine, but luckily for Ulrik, they were not in the sa cell.
Ulrik was surprised that they were keeping him alive. Was this so of damnation?
This was cruel, and no one should have to live like this, regardless of their sin.
"Ulrik…" For the first ti since Ulrik being imprisoned, Liv had co down into this filthy place to see Ulrik.
"My lady!" Ulrik exclaid; his voice was full of respect for her despite what she had done to him, with hers being more sympathetic.
"I am sorry for keeping you in such a state, Ulrik.." Liv was remorseful, but Ulrik knew it was not her doing, so he did not hold against her.
"It is fine, my lady. What brings you here to such a place?" Ulrik asked her, and Liv leaned closely.
"King Askild was victorious in his conquest of Vestfold, and he is on his way back," Liv said and Ulrik heaved a sigh of relief because he knew this ordeal would be over when Askild returned but that could not be the only reason why she was here, a guard could have delivered this.
"I ca here to inform you of another thing, Ulrlik…." Liv said, her voice softened, and Ulrik, for so reason, tensed up.
She had Ulrik's full attention. He was curious about what she had to say.
"Ulrik, I ca here to offer my condolence…." Liv said, and Ulrik's eyes imdiately widened in fear; nothing good could co after the word condolence.
Liv whispered sothing in a low tone, and Ulril's suspicion was spot on.
Soone important to him had died.
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