The training fight unfolds in an outdoor arena, surrounded by tall trees and scattered rocks. Thorkell, the second strongest Viking of all, towers over the woman, his 2.30 meter stature making him an imposing figure. The woman, despite her small stature, seems undaunted by her opponent's size.

The two face off, their eyes locked on each other. Thorkell wields his two large battle-axes. The air is charged with tension, both fighters focused and ready to strike.

The woman moves swiftly and nimbly, dodging Thorkell's powerful blows with ease. He, despite his size, moves with surprising speed, but the woman manages to keep her distance and counterattack.

Thorkell grunts, impressed despite himself. — «Not bad for a woman,» — he says with a sarcastic tone. — «But don't think you can beat me.»

The woman smiles, slightly irritated by the comment, but also amused. «Thanks for the compliment, Thorkell,» — she says with a slightly ironic tone. — «I'll try not to get too full of myself.»

Thorkell chuckles, somewhat surprised by her reaction. — «Yeah, sure, little one. I wouldn't want you to get a big head and start thinking you're as strong as me.»

The woman rolls her eyes, but can't help smiling slightly. — «Don't worry, Thorkell. I know you're the strongest.»

Thorkell nods, a bit more serious. «Yeah, I am. But you're a decent warrior. No wonder my brother wanted you in his army»