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Bjorn was standing in front of the famd Chieftain of the Sturlungar only because he wanted to kill Tyr. 

But Sighvatur\'s earlier reaction implied that something fishy was going on here. 

Bjorn did not have time for passive thoughts, all he wanted right now was Sighvatur\'s head, he wanted to kill so he could look for Tyr. 

Tyr was clearly not here but he could see a blood-stained bed at the corner of the room. 

"Bjorn Ironside, is it true your body is made of steel?" Sighvatur asked because he was curious but Bjorn did not answer him, choosing to respond instead with force. 

Bjorn charged at him with intent to kill, he had every intention of killing Sighvatur and the only thing that could change his mind is if he gave him the information he sought. 

Sighvatur braced himself, Sighvatur was still an unknown as he has not even shown an ounce of his true strength but Bjorn had no way of knowing this. 

Bjorn wanted to end this as quickly as possible as he attempted to cut Sighvatur into half, his sword falling like a guillotine but Sighvatur parried it with his own blade, he used a single hand for this as he jammed Bjorn\'s sword further into the earth by stomping. 

This left Bjorn without a weapon and what within Sighvatur\'s reach, a bad combination for any warrior but Bjorn was not just any warrior. 

Bjorn\'s body language was set up for him to use his legs, there was no way he would use a fighting style that would leave him so susceptible to attacks and he had seen his father\'s fight with Erik. 

Ragnar targeted the giant\'s lower body because this was his weakness and Bjorn also noted how Erik could not even defend against a tackle properly. 

Sighvatur swung his sword horizontally in hopes of taking off his head but Bjorn ducked efficiently. 

And what happened next was something that even Sighvatur could not have predicted. 

Bjorn\'s blade, the hilt detached to reveal a dagger, it was almost like the sword was the sheathe to the dagger.

The upper-hand that Sighvatur thought he had evaporated in the blink of an eye as it was now his body in a disadvantageous position. 

Bjorn proceeded to plunge the dagger right in his right thigh, and he managed to do so twice before Sighvatur could counter attack with Bjorn gaining distance soon after. 

He had drawn first blood and this would definitely impact Sighvatur\'s ability to fight at 100% because he had lost a leg.

The leg began bleeding profusely, Sighvatur was surprised by the amount of blood that was leaking. 

Bjorn had struck an artery, people always focused so much on their upper body because that\'s where their major organs are that they think any damage below is not as serious but Bjorn incorporated this into his fighting style expertly, targeting vital nerves and arteries in the legs like he he had just done here. 

"That was a little neat trick…" Sighvatur said.

"A trick? My sword has an unusual outline, would you call it a trick if a warrior unsheathed his blade from a scab?" Bjorn said, wiping the blood from hus dagger. 

"I will give you one more chance to tell me where he is and I will let you live…" Bjorn said but Sighvatur spat in his face. 

"You fool… You do not even know what is going on with your body…" Sighvatur mocked Bjorn and the moment he said this, Bjorn fell on one knee. 

He was huffing and puffing ad he noticed that Sighvatur had grazed him during their exchange. 

"I am not feared just because of my physical attributes, I am feared because of my smarts and what kind of poison do you think someone as smart as me can make?" Sighvatur asked Bjorn but Bjorn was in no condition to speak. 

Bjorn soon fell to the ground, head first, cursing himself for not seeing such a thing as a possibility.

Sighvatur was a fan of poison because he saw it as the most effective way to kill his enemies because if he could land even a hit, their death sentence was all but guaranteed. He did not just make one poison but he had made multiple variants for varying effect. 

This was a paralytic poison that rendered Bjorn completely paralyzed, he could not even blink.

Sighvatur walked towards him with a limp in his step, Bjorn had been defeated and it was done with relative ease as Bjorn was not armed with information but in fairness, neither was Sighvatur and this was evident by how their current state was. 

"So much for a son of Ragnar…" Sighvatur mocked, wrapping up his leg to avoid blood loss as he raised Bjorn by the hair, throwing him like a rag out of the tent. 

He wanted to make a statement with this defeat, following soon after. 

And just like he thought, seeing Bjorn in such a state was not a good sight for his men. 

Viggo wanted to rush to his side but he was barely surviving with the battle he was currently faced in. 

These warriors were stronger than they looked and to have so many was outrageous.

They were going to lose at this rate, Bjorn was conscious all through as this was part of the poison\'s effect. He would see and experience everything.

Sighvatur sat on Bjorn\'s back, using him as a chair as he watched the battle before him like a spectator. 

This angered Bjorn\'s men because he was making a mockery of their commander. 

Sighvatur was having the time of his life because he knew how much he could get if he sold Bjorn into slavery, it would set his clan up for life.

This was the only reason Bjorn was alive but everyone looked on in horror as their head tilted in Sighvatur\'s direction but they were not looking at him but past him. 

Sighvatur was curious who they were seeing and Bjorn managed to split open his lips to mutter. 

"T-Tyr…"