"What is this? A raiding fleet?"

Hakoda looked at the giant of a man, Sigurd, and shook his head.

"No. The Southern Water Tribe is small. These are all the warriors my tribe have. The place where we're stationed at is Chameleon Bay. Our job is to keep the Fire Nation from advancing towards Ba Sing Se by sea. By land, my warriors aren't enough."

Sigurd hummed in thought "If you're warriors are few in number as you say. Then how will you fair against a massive number of enemy warships?"

"Tangle Mines."

"What?"

"Tangle Mines. A creation of mine. Made with a bamboo frame and covered with driedanimalhide. The mine is filled with skunk fish andseaweed. These mines float in the water and detonate when a ship hits them, releasing seaweed that will tangle around the propeller of the ship, incapacitating it, while the smell from the skunk fish will force the crewmen to abandon ship."

"And this works?"

"Three years and I'm still here."

"Impressive." Sigurd sighed "By any chance have you seen a deranged, slightly diminutive woman with me? Mostly babbles to herself."

Hakoda raised an eyebrow in confusion "Ah, no. We haven't."

Sigurd huffed "Woman dragged me away from my duties and babbled something about a vision of a Hundred-Year War then hit me in the head. Crazy wretch."

"Is the woman your wife?"

"Odin forbid. No, Helga is my friend. Damned herself to the life of a Shaman. At least compared to the others, she acts normal after she returned to us... most of the time. If she didn't babble to herself or offer food made from Gods know what."

"Heh. Must be rough."

Sigurd leaned forward on the side of the ship and sighed.

"You have no idea."

"Hakoda."

The two turned to the speaker, Bato. The Water Tribesman looked at the Warlord "I see you've healed just fine."

"Indeed."

"We found someone that was asking for you, uh?"

"Sigurd. And who is this person that's looking for me?"

"Well..." His face took on an unsure expression "We found her in the forest and saw her 'reading' the entrails of a slain Boar-q-pine."

Sigurd rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance "Where is she now?"

Bato pointed behind him "She's over there."

Sigurd looked over the Water Tribesman's shoulder and found the Shaman glaring at a large, green fish. Two Water Tribesmen watched her in confusion. One scratched the back of his head while the other raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, boy."

Sigurd walked over to his friend. As he neared her, he heard her talking to the fish. Dead fish.

"Your eyes hold deceit in them. Like the eyes of a predator playing dead as his prey comes closer to check. And when the time comes, you will strike. But mark my words, green one. I am not fooled by your treachery. You are not dead. Simply waiting."

Sigurd shook his head. He had enough of this nonsense. He swiped the fish from the Shaman's hands and slapped her across the face with it.

"Enough with your inane babbli-"

He was cutoff as the Se Tu came to life and slapped him across the face with his body before diving into the water. The Shaman leaned over the railing and waved her fist in the air "You won't get away from me next time, treacherous beast! I will have your bones around my neck and your entrails in my plate if it's the last thing I'll do! Hey, look at me when I'm screaming into your soul! Bölvaður sé ætt þín!"

Sigurd grabbed his jaw as he recovered from the slap. Damn fish hits hard. He saw Helga screaming her lungs to the sea and getting dangerously close to the edge. He bopped her on the head, knocking her out, then carried her over his shoulder.

"Can I put her down on your bed?"

"By all means."

The two entered Hakoda's cabin and the Warlord unceremoniously dropped Helga on the bed. She mumbled something that made Sigurd lean in closer to hear.

"Stop yelling while I'm pulling your heart out of your chest... "

Sigurd stepped back and watched her snooze away. He has led countless raids against the factions. Slaughtered warriors worthy of a glorious death. Shielded his people from the swords of his enemies. Yet this Shaman is more of a handful than everything he has ever encountered. And she had to be the one stuck with him.

He sat beside her and brushed her mess of a hair away from her face. But despite the fact that she annoys him to no end, get him into trouble with the chief, she was still his friend and he will shield her as he had always done for years.

Hakoda looked at the woman on the bed and saw how young she was. Barely past her twenties "She's looks so young. How old is she?"

"Don't let that fool you. She's thirty three but acts like a fifteen-year old lunatic. Crazy wretch. He he." He stood up and looked at Hakoda "The two of us have nowhere to go. As much as I loathe to do this. We need your help. In exchange, we'll fight this war with you."

"What kind of help?"

"I don't know. Food and shelter. You need any help with holding off these Fire people you've been telling me about and I'll help ya."

Hakoda pondered over this and said "I'll talk with my men about this. In the meantime, you can stay here."

Sigurd watched the Water Tribe Chieftain leave. He looked back at Helga and saw her rising from her slumber. Helga yawned and looked around her unfamiliar surroundings "Where am I? Where's the fish? Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets?"

Sigurd sighed and told her what happened. Helga, to his surprise, listened intently. When he finished, the Shaman stared at him with a blank expression. Before he knew it, she lunged at him and began hitting him over the head.

"YOU LET THE FISH GO!? YOU BIG OAF! I WOULD HAVE SPILLED IT'S GUTS AND USED IT'S BONES TO PICK MY TEETH!"

"Out of all that, you still want the damn fish!?"

"MY FISHY!"

She threw off his helmet and began to pull on his hair and beard.

"Get off me, woman!"

Helga then began biting his ear. If it was anyone else, she would've tore their ear off. But she still has enough sanity to not seriously hurt the only person who stood by her after her isolation and descent to madness.

"Get me back my fishy!"

"Ragh! That hurt you little shit!"

Sigurd managed to wrestle her off him and the two fell to the floor. The Warlord on his back and the Shaman on top of him. The two quieted down before looking at each other. It was Helga who laughed first and Sigurd following after.

"Ahem."

The two looked at the doorway and saw Hakoda leaning on the doorframe. He had an eyebrow raised and had his crossed with a knowing look on his face.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Helga stood up and hopped over to Hakoda. She grabbed his cheeks and examined his face "A strong warrior. A great leader. Strong-willed and determined. Your enemies feel your blade as you gut them like a fish. Bathing in their meat chunks and baptizing in their blood. Ahahahaha- ack!"

Sigurd stopped her rambling wrapping his arm around her in a headlock "That's enough out of you." He looked at Hakoda and gave him an apologetic look "Forgive my friend from her insane babbling. I hope this doesn't affect our agreement."

Hakoda blinked before shaking his head "I-it's alright. My men are in agreement. Help us in the war and you'll have a place among us."

Sigurd doesn't smile most of the time but the one he gave Hakoda was genuine. Even the Chieftain himself can feel it.

"Thank you. We are in your debt, boss. But if I may be so bold as to ask. Is there some place these fire people are holed up in? Like an outpost or a garrison? A food storage perhaps?"

"There's a Fire Nation outpost in the middle of the sea. Ships go there to refuel before reaching our blockade."

Sigurd's smile turned into a vicious grin "How would you feel about a raid?"

Hakoda narrowed his eyes. He can't spare enough men for a raid. But it was tempting.

"I can spare a ship or two but that's it. But if I approve of this. Promise me that you'll bring my men back alive."

Sigurd nodded solemnly "Of course. Besides."

He walked passed Hakoda. Helga besides him. Sigurd looked over his shoulder and gave the Chieftain a wink.

"We're Vikings."

~Line Break~

In the cover of darkness, the Shaman slipped into the enemy's gates. She struck with finesse befitting of a predator. Those who were unfortunate enough to be her prey were dead before they even felt her stroke. The corridors were painted red with blood. The wielders of fire were too shocked to acknowledge her presence before they too fell to the predator of the night.

"Yes. Hehehehehahahahahaha! The song of blood fills the night air and I will bathe in it."

"Hey, you!"

She stopped bathing her hands in blood and looked at the skull-faced wielder of fire. She roared and pounced at her prey.

Too shocked at the sight of the bodies and the wild woman charging at him. The Firebender sent a lousy fireball but failed to dodge the Shaman. Helga pinned her prey beneath her and sunk her teeth in his neck.

"Aaaaggghhh!"

She pulled back and buried her dagger to the wielder of fire's palm. She cut his chest open with her hatchet and reached inside. Pulling out his heart, she raised the bleeding organ above her head and bath in the dripping blood.

"Rrrraaaaaggghhh!"

Her roar alerted the nest of the fire people and accomplished what she was set out to do. Gather sheep for the slaughter.

~Line Break~

As the Fire Nation chased after Helga. Sigurd had sneaked in and set about to open the gate. On the way, he passed by a cell filled with prisoners. He approached the cell door.

"How many of you are here?"

A prisoner walked up to him, an old man, and said "There's at least a hundred of us combined."

"If I get you out of here, will you fight?"

"Of course."

Sigurd found the keys on the table and unlocked the cell. He gave the keys to the old man "Free the rest."

"Thank you."

He nodded and left the prisoners on their own. Running fast, Sigurd reached the front gate. He saw the gate's controls but was stopped by Fire Nation footmen. Spears and swords.

A spearman charged him only for Sigurd to slam his forehead on the spearman's own. Another one charged but the Warlord ducked and threw him over his shoulder before burying his Ulfberht deep into the soldier's heart. A swordsman swung at him and Sigurd blocked it. He stabbed his blade into the man's gut and repeatedly bashed his shield on the soldier's head. Seeing his head roll back, Sigurd removed his blade and kicked the body away. He turned his sights on the last swordsman.

Smiling, he threw the shield and the spiked edges buried itself on the soldier's belly. The soldier fell to his knees, screaming in pain. He walked over to him and beheaded the poor soldier. The head landed on the shield like food on a platter.

"Nú verdur veislumatur fyrir krákurnar!"

He walked over to the gates and opened it. The Water Tribe warriors saw the gate open and charged. Sigurd laughed.

"Ahahaha! I welcome you!"

An explosion caused him turn around and saw some soldiers on fire running out of the burning room. Some of them falling from the railings. The prisoners, some were Earthbenders, were fighting against the Fire Nation soldiers who were in disarray. The Water Tribe warriors slaughtered some of the fleeing enemy soldiers as they were routed. And on top of the roofs was Helga, laughing as she raised a severed head and spinal cord high in the air. Lightning flashed behind her as rain started to pour.

"FEAST FOR THE CROWS! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

From that day, the world has felt the taste of a Warborn's Wrath.