Roy the knight

Hours before.

I had lost count of how many men I had killed, blood was spilled all over the place, we had as many dead as the enemy, and no one was giving their arm to twist, my problem was that I was sure that someone betrayed us, but I prefer not to tell Gran until I was sure, I have no proof, and something like that, could demoralize everyone and lose everything.

-Mr. Roy, what do we do, we can't make any progress.

One of the Norsemen said to my lord, that was new, but he was right, we were totally stuck, we could not go on, my shield was almost broken, and I'm sure I have injured the arm with which I hold it, after receiving so many blows, but it was not time to back out.

-Follow me.