The siege of Paris was a disaster, the loss was incalculable, thousands died. When they returned to the camp, a new attack began, the French wanted to kill them without a doubt, the blood rained, the steel crashed against the wood of the shields, they had to hold the position, otherwise, the families who were behind would lose their lives.

You were struggling, agitated, disoriented, full of blood, staggering across the battlefield, when a soldier threw you to the ground, you could barely react when his chest was opened by Lagertha's sword.

—Think about me later, focus here!

Were her words, she help you up and take her sword again, before walking she gives you a somewhat flirtatious smile, and before you can say anything she has already got back into the battle finishing with whoever stands in front of her, turns a little to see you and smiles at you.

—Stay close!

She said smiling, full of blood and her viking makeup ran through the blood and dirt, she made her way majestically between enemies, did you know that she would remind you of this for days and days, how did she save you from the Saxons, or at least that would happen if you two managed to survive the battle