EPISODE 4
Don't get cocky!
What is he?
Here he comes!
What do we do, Bjorn?
Oh, no! Bjorn is on a rampage!
Stop him! The boat can't take it!
You're asking for the impossible!
How are we to stop that monster?
Run! No one can stop him!
He ate a berserker mushroom.
All that with his bare fists. He's more than a mere monster.
The Troll… of Jom.
Just one ship to go.
Here… they come.
-What should we do? -Surrender?
Damn it! We just have to fight!
I'd rather die fighting than be enslaved!
Listen up. We're taking them alive.
They're worth less when injured.
Be gentle with them.
Time we have a little fun.
What?
Bjorn?
Thors!
Listen!
Your fighting strength has already been halved.
Retreat and keep your lives.
Leave, pirates!
You cannot win against me.
Bastard.
Stop. We can't shoot until Askeladd gives the signal.
What's going on?
We've got the high ground.
What's he waiting for?
What an astounding man.
He's standing his ground against two ships all by himself.
Leif, we should fight too!
Fool! You amateurs will only get in the way.
There are arrows aimed at us from above.
He's the most experienced among us.
But.
Don't you get it?
Unlike Thors, we're just a bunch of children and amateurs.
All we can do is rely on him.
These men aren't the type to leave quietly when asked.
For now, the archers on the cliff won't shoot.
There's roughly 30 men. That's too many for me to handle alone.
The ships are too close.
If they jump over all at once, the fight will be chaotic.
If only I were alone.
You're the leader.
In the name of almighty Odin,
I challenge you to a duel.
A duel?
If you win, you may do as you wish.
If I win, you will promptly withdraw your men.
If you refuse,
you will gain a mere 12 slaves while losing three times that of your men.
May I ask a question?
Why do you assume I'm the leader?
Your scent.
Very impressive.
All right. I accept your challenge.
I, Askeladd, son of Olaf, swear it in the name of Odin!
Everyone, move to the bow of the ship.
All right.
I, too,
knew you by your scent.
You and I have the same smell.
Troll of Jom.
He knows me?
It was Floki.
You have good intuition.
I like smart people.
Don't you dare think that you're the same as my father!
Enough. Get back!
My father is strong!
Die, pirate!
You're stupid and your armor's weird!
What a lively little brat. Your son?
Enough, you idiot. Stop it.
Askeladd, do you have a wife and children?
No.
I see.
Let's begin.
He's awfully casually closing the gap between us.
Too shallow!
That's our leader!
There's no one who can match Askeladd!
Father!
He managed to dodge certain death.
I won't be able to surprise him again.
It was worth coming all this way to this remote land.
He's no ordinary man.
Thors.
You're strong.
Give it up, Askeladd.
I won't go easy on you.
I'm glad I met you, Thors.
What?
Amazing. He's overwhelming him!
Is Askeladd in trouble?
He's still defending against every blow.
Father!
Kill that scoundrel!
Oh, no.
He was aiming for my sword?
It can't take much more.
Which means his sword is also at its limit.
Now!
I know where he's aiming,
so I can predict the swing of his sword!
Now he'll swing wide!
He got me.
He wanted me to swing big to catch me off guard.
He wanted me to break his sword.
Everything went as he'd predicted.
Damn.
To think I'd played right into his hands.
Yes!
Thors!
-Amazing! -That's my father!
He won!
What's wrong?
Kill me.
There is no need for that.
Concede defeat. That is enough.
I'm the leader, you know.
I can't surrender in front of my men.
What's wrong? Kill me.
This duel will never end unless you kill me.
My head hurts.
What?
What's happening?
Askeladd.
Lost.
He lost?
Admit it.
I have won this duel.
Withdraw your soldiers now!
You're truly strong, Thors.
You're worthy of leading your own army.
But why?
With skills like that, why hide in Iceland for 15 years?
Don't you think it's a waste?
I do not.
Having to rely on something like this…
means I still have much to learn.
A true warrior needs no sword.
Thors, would you…
become our leader?
I'm joking!
Come on, why is no one laughing?
It was a joke.
What was that? Just a joke?5
This isn't the time
to be joking with a straight face!
None of you move!
I'll slice the kid's head right off!
Drop your sword!
Do it quickly!
Askeladd, you bastard!
Father!
My goodness, you are soft-hearted.
Did you really think we'd respect the rules of the duel?
We just wanted to have a little fun.
We wanted to see who the Troll of Jom was for ourselves.
It was fun.
Askeladd.
You've violated the rules of the duel.
Victory belongs to me.
It doesn't matter.
I'm only after your head.
I know.
All right.
This victory…
is yours.
Father!
Father…
Askeladd.
I've won this duel.
Do not go against your word as a warrior.
I know.
In the name of my ancestor Artorius, I'll withdraw my soldiers immediately.
Leif.
Sorry, but I need a favor.
Take my head to Sigvaldi, the leader of the Jomsvikings.
If they think I avoided the call of war and hid once more,
they will take vengeance on the village.
How could this happen to you.
You there.
I've given my life as you wanted.
Release that child now!
Father!
Thank goodness.
You're safe for now.
Foolish brat.
Cherish your life from now on.
Be grateful to Thors.
His death is worth more than a hundred of you worthless bastards.
Father is dead.
He was so strong.
Why did he throw his sword?
How could he say warriors need no swords?
That's not true at all!
Why?
Why did Father have to die?
Damn it.
That bastard lost to Father!
Damn it!
How could he live when father's dead?
Damn it.
Damn it!
They abandoned such a nice ship.
What a drastic decision.
Without Thors, they couldn't move it.
He alone could row for five men.
Wow…
But it worked out well for us since we wanted a third ship.
Huh?
Twenty-eight are injured, but how many are dead?
None?
Not one? That's impossible!
Askeladd!
Hey!
Come to the stern!
Askeladd!
What is it? Shut up already.
It's Thors's kid.
He must've been hiding below deck.
Look. He's even got a grown-up's dagger.
He's coming to kill us all!
Oh, no! I'm so scared!
How dare you.
How dare you kill my father!
I'll kill you!
I swear I'll kill you!
I'm going to kill you!
I'll kill you!
He's just a kid,
but look at those eyes.
What should we do with him, Askeladd?
Throw him overboard?
Let him be.
He'll be dead soon anyway.
Father.
Subtitle translation by Astrid Oliver