“For Valhalla!” I screamed as I charged forward. The warrior in front of me banged his axe against the black and crimson shield. The closer I got the more I realized how incredibly tall the long red-bearded warrior was: nearly twice my size. I ran with all my might directly into his shield. My shoulder landed immediately sending a shock of pain through my body. The large warrior barely moved; I could hear him grunt on the other side as he shifted the bottom of his shield, sending me airborne.
“Aaaaahhhh!” I landed on my back arching upward as I flailed in pain. Lifting my head, I could see the warrior approaching quickly. I turned my body, sliding in the mud as I did so. Nearly upright, the warrior smacked his shield twice. “Time to die, runt! Jorma wants your head on a spike!”
His axe d
