The moment the distance between both forces narrowed enough, Ragnar drove his heels into his horse and surged forward like a storm finally unleashed. A roar erupted behind him as multiple mounted soldiers followed.
Then the armies collided. The impact was violent enough to shake the ground beneath them.
Steel crashed against steel in a deafening explosion of sound. Horses whinnied as bodies slammed together. Men were ripped from saddles upon impact, disappearing beneath trampling hooves before they could even rise again. The clean white snow became stained almost instantly with sprays of blood.
Ragnar struck the first soldier that reached him with his morningstar. The heavy spiked head crashed into the man's chest with such devastating force that armor buckled inward with a sickening crunch. The soldier folded instantly, thrown off his horse by the impact.
Ragnar swung again in a brutal arc, the iron spikes tearing through another man's jaw and ripping half his face apart.
