Just like any other day
A fist flew past Viggo’s face. Then another. Viggo was fighting a brute of a man, taller and bigger than him. The brute looked like an average Norman. Light brown hair, green eyes. Along with a square face, and small eyes, that made him look a little slow. Which he was, he thought he could beat Viggo.
They were in a bar in the town of Vikers. The town had 22,000 people living in it. The bar that they were in was called Old inn. it had a bar on the bottom floor and the inn at the second.. It was the biggest Bar in the town which is why Casmir had picked to go there. It could fit most of their fellow soldiers. Viggo and brute were in the center of a ring of chairs, in the dimly lit bar that was old and a little run-down but kept up pretty well. The light was coming from the dim bulbs, a rarity in most homes.
A crowd of a mix of regulars and soldiers was watching the fight happen. Viggo dogged punch after punch with his blonde hair whipping around his face. It was tied back behind his head. He liked having his hair long. Even though it was against regulation, Casmir let it go. Viggo was only 21 years old. Two years older than Casmir. But Casmir scored higher on the test and was placed as a captain compared to Viggo being a luetiniet.
Viggo gave a quick jab to the brutes head, receiving a cheer from his fellow comrades who wore their uniforms. beige pants with many pockets. An overcoat over their cotton shirts, the overcoat was a faded blue with pockets lining the inside, and finally a small hat. It was a wool hat that covered the top of their head, with a small rim that was four centimeters long.
All the young men in uniform cheered for Viggo, but not Casmir. Casmir was working with the bartender about the bets that were placed. Casmir had taken off the overcoat that was a little big for him, but kept the cap on.
The fight went on for a minute of Viggo dodging and getting a few hits in every so often. Viggo moved around the brute getting in view of Casmir trying to get his attention. Thankfully Casmir glanced over in time.
Casmir gave a quick thumbs up. Viggo smiled and tackled the brute. Lifting the brute’s leg up and driving his head on the brute’s side forcing him to the ground. Viggo picked himself up and waved his arms up and down basking in his comrades' praise.
The brute picked himself up, enraged, and Swung wild. Viggo turned in time to see the punch. Viggo was knocked back a few steps, blood pouring out of his nose, the nose now broken turned to one side unnaturally. Viggo recovered fast. He raced towards the brute dipped low to evade the punch and deliver a strong one of his own straight into the guy's gut. Viggo then swung a few hits to the side of the brutes head he was still gasping for air.
With one punch he broke the brutes nose and sent him reeling into the chairs tripping over them. Viggo leaped on him and started sending a flurry of punches. The big man tapped out, face bloodied. singling the end of the fight. The soldiers gave hoots and cheers, and rushed in to give Viggo claps on the back and so on. Some of the other patrons who had bet against Viggo booed and hissed.
Casmir gathered the large silver coins and a few paper bills. The coins were valued at 10 pounds, the same currency that the Saxons used. The coins were the size of a wafer candy. Around the size of an average man’s palm.
“Drinks for all my friends” Casmir called out which was met with more cheers. And a few from the other patrons who Casmir was entraining. Viggo took all the praise with a happy smile stretching ear to ear. Viggo went to sit down on a chair after his groupies had left for drinks.
Casmir drew a chair to Viggo sitting by him. Giving him a pat on the shoulder and then sitting down by him. Passing him a cup of cold milk. One of the expansive drinks at the bar.
“Good fight.” Casmir said. “Not a challenge at all”
“Do I still need to get hit once?” Viggo said quietly.
“You know why. but … I guess in a fight that easy no. You only have to do that in tougher fights. Here, drink up. It's your favorite.”
“Bah. Why not wine? ``Viggo said, grinning this made Casmir laugh. “Too two years,” Viggo said while taking the milk.
They sat in silence. Casmir watching his men enjoying themselves, Viggo enjoying his milk. Blood stained the front of his shirt.
“Let me get that,” Casmir said after Viggo finished his drink. Getting in front of Viggo. Casmir gray eyes looking at Viggo’s nose. “You ready. Want another drink?”
Viggo gave him a thumbs up. Casmir touched his warm nose and in a quick jerking manner, setting it in place. He wiped his hands on his pants brushing off the blood on his already stained pants.
The rest of the time was all shorts of fun. Everything was how Casmir wanted. They made money and got drinks. Casmir was in charge of the 125 units of logistical needs. It had 101 men in it. The one being him. They were placed outside Vikers on standby. Casmir didn’t know much but war between them and those Ibrain Basterds was going to happen soon.
But of course why should Casmir care. He cared more about his men than the goals of the king.
“Casmir sir. ” said Sebastian one of Casmir’s sergeants
“ yes”
“There is someone looking for you outside.”
Casmir left, going outside.
“You needed me, '' he said to a young man, a private. Casmir could tell by the badges sewn on his sleeves. A small round white ball. Casmir had a captain star, which is a three point star. The young man had a bag with him. Probably for his letters.
“Yes sir.” he said, eying the bar, Casmir left. Casmir raised an eyebrow and held out his hand.
“Here you go sir.”
“Thank you” Casmir accepted the letter and opened it and read it as the privit left.
“Basterds!” Casmir said out loud “why now, why a war!?”