Agree to fight Gyda.

“Then that’s settled. I will fight the shieldmaiden, and earn my own place among all of you!” Tjorvi knew how much confidence was appreciated, so he put up a bit of a show as he let the cloak slide down his body. It revealed most of his strong torso as the beige shirt underneath was hanging open, due to a few broken buttons. Surely he had to get some new gear when actually going into battle, but Gyda wasn’t wearing much more as the two of them were cheered on by the rest of the mead hall. The Vikings were excited to see this, and they started making a circle in the middle of the hall – pushing both the gorgeous shieldmaiden and the farmer inside.

His looming pectorals rising and falling with each breath, Tjorvi motioned for Gyda to bring her best, "Gyda, you seem to be braver than most men here.” The young man smirked as he teased Gyda, but most importantly teased the surrounding Vikings for ‘not daring to fight him’. Following his quick words, he was the first to lunge forwards. Figuring this might mean he'd eat some damage, Tjorvi calculated that he'd take some to give some. And so, the athletic Farmer's boy slipped forwards and attempted to launch a curled fist at Gyda's stomach, with the other attempting punch her clean across the jaw. The boy was holding nothing back, a bloodthirsty smile upon his lips, as the two went at it in a stupor.

Gyda was known as the light-footed one, being quite fast, especially compared to the average Viking. When she ended up in the middle of the circle with Tjorvi and he immediately went for an attack, the curvaceous brunette managed to swiftly jump back and avoid a full fist from landing right into her stomach. The second blow followed quickly with a fist swinging up towards her jaw. Clearly, the farmer's boy wasn't going to take it easy on her after she had challenged him like that. She didn't want it any other way, one of her arms moving up and managing to block most of the damage from that second blow.

She could see that smirk on his face as the two of them were standing really close for a split second before her knee came up. It managed to land right into his stomach with a precise calculation, pushing him back to give herself some more room. The circle made out of cheering Norsemen and other shieldmaidens wasn't extremely big, and the two of them were pretty much constantly dancing around each other as powerful blows were thrown back and forth. Neither of them were letting down any opportunity to hit and block, and both of them were taking punches left and right. It was an impressive fight for everyone around them, one of the main events of the evening next to the actual ceremony. A new drengr was going to come from it if he managed to impress enough important people, or he would be stripped from the title before ever receiving it, doomed to work as a farmer for the rest of his humble life.

Sensation all around.

And well, the fact that both of them were really attractive people, next to being skilled warriors. Both of them were fighting with brute **** yet somehow there was something elegant about it as the two of them were pushing and punching each other back and forth. Tjorvi’s strong chest had impressed more than a couple of people since nobody expected a farmer to have a warrior's body, and then there was Gyda. Her breasts were held into the armor but the bottom of her skirt was made out of fur which seemed to dance along with every single one of her movements. That plump ass of hers was bouncing around the area, giving the Vikings another thing to cheer for.

It was also quite obvious that most of them wouldn't even think about giving her the same conditions as Tjorvi. Other than taking some punches to the face, she was completely safe. Ensured of her position as a shieldmaiden and the chance of raiding England and any other place they might stumble onto, together with her Jarl, his son, and the beautiful Natasja.

Suddenly, Gyda charged at her opponent like a cat would charge at its prey. Her hand managed to block away from one of his punches, and with an impressive quickness managed to grope his wrist and pull him in. Their bodies mashed together for a split second as she looked into his eyes with a playful grin, almost making it seem like she was going to kiss him right there - but instead, her forehead slid forwards and she headbutted him right on the nose, before jumping back again. "All you got, farmer?" She teased playfully.