The heavy footfalls of hundreds of warriors disembarking from their ships and making their way onto shore could be heard thundering across the English beach, rows upon rows of viking ships, their wooden dragons facing inland making for a fierce sight for any onlookers that hadn't already fled.

Making your way up onto the beach you quickly found your place at the temporary camp that had been set up and got to work on sharpening your sword. It wasn't long before you were joined by the only other person you knew on this raid, as Sigrun sat down besides you, turning her old axe over in her hands as if deciding if sharpening it was even worth the effort.

You had both known eachother your whole life back in, and after a famine wiped out most of your small village, you had both come here in search of a way to start fresh, despite neither of you being well-equipped or renowned warriors.

"You ready?"

Sigrun asked, not tearing her gaze from her axe, visions of the blood that would soon stain it flashing across her eyes.

"We won't get another chance like this...but if you have my back, I'll have yours."