Kåre looked into Ragnar's eyes and saw the truth immediately. There was no fury, no tension, no respect — only cold, absolute indifference. Ragnar wasn't taking any of them seriously. To him, they were already corpses, insignificant obstacles standing between him and Signy's head.
Kåre's grip tightened on his bow.
Ragnar advanced with slow, measured steps, sword held loosely. The blade began to rise in a casual, lethal arc aimed straight at Kåre's neck.
"Kåre!" Kjell bellowed.
With his single remaining arm, Kjell lunged forward and shoved his comrade violently to the side. Ragnar's sword sliced through empty air where Kåre's head had been a split second earlier.
