Björn walked through the camp, hundreds of tents littered the landscape and within them was the merry laughter of all his men. His troops were in a joyous mood after winning the battle in ease. The Brecks were unable to put up much of a fight after they all nearly shat their pants at the sight of the dragons that they seemed to be naut but legend.
His men traversed the hillside with ease, cutting down each and every Breck they clashed with. Steel against steel, blade against blade, and bloody fist against fist. His men struck down their enemy, coating the hillside in bright red blood. Chasing them over the crest of the hill, forcing them back to the rocky shoreline and beach where their ships rocked in the rough waves.
Some of the Brecks were cowardly enough to abandon the fight, to flee to their ships and attempt to flee from the mainland. A feeble attempt. One where not enough men could reach the ships, and without enough men, there was no way those ships could set sail. It was all too easy to pluck those men from their ships, to slice through their armor, through their limbs, and to stain the shore red.
Much to his surprise, the warrior who shouted the most threats, the most obscenities, was among the last to stand. A few of the Breck warriors had found themselves surrounded, their backs up against each other as they struck away swords and spears, living up to the rumors about the ferocity of their warriors. Courageous, and stupidly courageous.
"Bjorn!" One of the men roaming the campgrounds swung his arm sound Bjorn's shoulder. "Here, take some ale." The man with blonde hair braided down his scalp handed him and overflowing mug and the bitter tasting brew, and with a smile two other men joined him as they walked through the camp. He became the sudden addition to their already started conversation, causing Bjorn to slightly smile as they reminisced about how he finished their battle in a single blow.
"Can you believe the Brecks?" one man laughed. "He dared to challenge our leader, our Bjorn!"
"He was brave, stupid of him aye?"
The men laughed, drunkenly slapping their hands against Bjorn's back as he was mid swig of his drink. He coughed, "I never had anyone challenge me like today, it was rather interesting."
The men cheered as they passed another merry group. "To think he had the gall to challenge you, for him tobelieve he actually had a chance!"
"Aye! No one can defeat Bjorn. He'd wallop all of our arses before we'd have the chance to blink." The man lifted his pitcher up, clanging the wooden mug with another from a passing man.
Bjorn chuckled, it seemed to be the talk of the entire camp. How one mortal man had the audacity to challenge him, to look him in his serpentine eyes and bellow at him from across the field. "Dragon! Monster! You, yes you! You coward, youre a coward!"
His words had caught his and many of his mens attention as they swarmed the Breck leader and his few remaining men. His silver wings parting the trampled strands of grass as he moved closer to the man shouting his mediocre threats in his direction.
"You coward! You snake, vile creature!" The man yelled, blood splattered over his face.
Bjorn pushed past his men until his scaled horns reached past their extended spears, trapping the remaining enemy within a circle edged with blades. His lips curled over his fangs, "And why, does a dead man call me a coward?"
"I call you a coward because you will not face me!"
"Am I not facing you now?" a scaled brow raised itself.
"Fight me." The man declared. "Fight me, fight me as a man or you will forever be a coward."
"Aye, fight like a man you serpent beast!" Many of the Breck warriors encouraged their leader, seeming to be unaware that the wyvern warriors of Roldheim are just as lethal in the form of man. Bjorn, was not an exception.
"Why should I fight a dead man?" Bjorn asked.
The Breck scowled, raising his sword in Bjorn's direction. "If I am to die, I will not die to a coward. A monster." Bjorn's men cheered, encouraging the match. Both sides had endless amount of faith in their leader, and they would rally behind them.
"Will you not fight me as a man because your afraid?" The Breck chuckled, "The monster will only fight as a monster, is that it?"
Bjorn sighed, but released his reptilian form. He stood before the small group of men, surrounded by his army, yet he was the only man nude in the midst of all of them. Bjorn brushed his thumb across his nose, smirking.
"A duel until your death then?" He said.
The man's brows furrowed. "Or until yours."