The next morning, the captains gathered in the hall. The air was still heavy with the scent of blood and smoke from the battle. Lumberling sat at the head of the table, his spear resting against the wall behind him. His gaze swept across them before he finally spoke.
"What do you think of the Vikings?"
The room grew quiet. No one treated the question lightly.
"They are a menace," Gobo2 said first, his tone sharp and blunt. "They're tougher than those armored men we fought, stronger… and wilder."
Gobo1 nodded in agreement but added, "It's not just their strength. They don't move like soldiers. It's like fighting monsters, every strike feels like they're trying to tear you apart, not just defeat you."
Aren leaned forward, arms crossed. "That's what caught me off guard. They don't fight with discipline like Knights, but they're not reckless either. It's instinct. They're unpredictable. I've never seen men fight like that."
