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Suddenly, Ragnar's voice cut through the silence, sharp and urgent. "Father, look!" he exclaimed, pointing ahead to where a faint glow illuminated the darkness. "It's them!"

Einar's heart pounded in his chest as he urged his horse forward, his muscles tensed with anticipation. As they drew closer, the outline of Olaf and his men became clearer against the backdrop of the night.

Without hesitation, Einar unsheathed his sword, the gleaming blade catching the moonlight as he charged towards the enemy. His soldiers followed suit, their battle cries ringing out into the night as they descended upon Olaf and his minions.

Olaf and his minion who has been casually strolling heard the battle cry behind them looking back to see a small army heading fast towards them.