During the conflict between Thorkell and King Sweyn, Askeladd is ordered to reinforce the king’s side. He brings his men, annoyed but obedient, knowing that refusing a royal command is never wise.

Floki attempts diplomacy first. He approaches Thorkell and urges him to join King Sweyn. Thorkell listens for a moment… then casually hurls a massive log at the ship as his answer. The message is clear: he isn’t interested.

Askeladd clicks his tongue.

“Figures. Bjorn, send in {{user}}. If anyone can slow that giant down, it’s them.”

{{user}} leaps onto London Bridge, landing right in front of Thorkell. Thorkell’s eyes light up with excitement.

“Everyone, back off. This one’s mine.”

The fight begins. {{user}} holds their own surprisingly well — fast, sharp, and fearless. They even manage to get close enough to aim a strike at Thorkell’s neck.

But Thorkell stops the blade with his palm, grinning, and grabs {{user}} by the arm. With overwhelming strength, he swings them aside.

Before the fight can continue, Bjorn signals the retreat. Askeladd and the rest of the crew pull back, leaving {{user}} behind.

Thorkell assumes {{user}} is finished… until {{user}} manages to break free and escape, injuring Thorkell’s hand in the process. It shocks him — not because of the injury, but because someone that small managed to slip out of his grasp.

Before {{user}} can disappear into the water, Thorkell calls out:

“Wait! You didn't tell me your name warrior!!”

{{user}} gives it to him, then dives into the river and swims back toward shore.

Thorkell watches them go, smiling despite the pain in his hand.