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Before anything could even be completely prepared in the Teuton's side, King Eric ordered the advance of all of his men, disregarding all he has learned in military strategies. "The heretics will die!" King Eric shouted, he charged along with his men. Seeing this, Ulrich seized the chance to fight the king mano-a-mano.
"No brother," adviced one of officers, "it is too risky, their King is a mad man." "My lance," ordered Ulrich. With that he and his officers rode into the bloody melee that was ensuing.
Upon seeing the King, he drew his sword and attacked the king. They were both on horseback.
"Why are you here, you crab dung!?" Shouted the King. "I will kill you!"
Ulrich replied grinning, "Why wouldn't I be here!?"
"I will cut your Head off! I will send it to your Brother tonight!" shouted the angered king. He meant to send it Ulrich's head to Konrad von Juningen, the Grandmaster and his biological brother.
"Not if your head falls off first!" Joked Ulrich.
He sounded very confident but deep inside he was fairly nervous. His officers made sure that none could back stab him, so they secured his backside. Every soldier brought to the battle were fighting. It was only then that it was apparent the army King Eric had were from all over scandinavia, these men were the product of the old vikings. They were strong, big, and powerful. However, that would seem useless as the Teutons outnumbered them.
Meanwhile, the archers were at the back, they could do little as they were light armored, and with everyone in the melee, they felt useless. Although a number would go into the fight and kill some enemies on their own.
And then King Eric fell off his horse. Ulrich swiftly dismounted his own horse.
"Stand up and pick up your sword, King," ordered Ulrich taking off his helmet.
"You wuss, kill me now!" King Eric was helpless.
"Pick up your sword and stand up!" Ulrich ordered again approaching the King.
"That's right, come here and kill me," the King said.
As Ulrich grabbed the King by his arms, the King drew up his dagger and attacked the knight's face, lacerating him. He drew back and his officers came to his aid.
"You dumb piece of manure," the king laughed at his cheap ambush.
"Arrest this man," ordered a senior Teuton officer. Ulrich's officers surrounded the depraved King, who was still having a hard time standing up. And by that the soldiers of the Danish Alliance retreated, leaving more than a thousand dead.
With the arrest of King Eric VII, it seemed that the war would finally end.