A thrown axe

“He’s MINE!” You command to your kinsmen and charge the brutal warrior. At the same time you pitch your axe straight at Agder’s face. Your crewmates barely dodged the hurtling war cleaver and Agder almost didn’t catch the weapon in his shield.

But the velocity of the axe throw was so great it pushed Agder out of fighting position. It was all you needed to press your attack. You quickly pounce on him, continuously battering his shield and axe with mighty two handed blows from your bastard sword. Your ferociousness catches Agder off guard keeping him on the defensive and unbalanced; pushing him into the stern of the longship.

“DONAR!” You scream once again, sword falling and smashing the axe-cracked shield to pieces. Another sword slash chops Agder’s axe shaft in two, rendering his weapon useless. A final strike drives your sword blade downward into the ship chief’s chest and out his back, forcing him down until he’s impaled on the deck of his own ship.

“Who in Helheim are you?” Agder asks in an angry and fading voice.

“Brand Arngrimsson,” you growl and twist the sword in Agder’s chest. “Send my greetings to Hela!”

A **** rattle comes from the Norrvalr leader then he slumps into his own spilt blood - unmoving.

“Mercy!” You hear a voice say. “We’ll lay down our weapons!”