The man falls back into the ranks, nose broken, blackish blood streaming down his face. The spears withdraw, new ranks forming up, slow, but orderly and precise, in contrast to the Norsemen, who meet her ferocity with their own. Even removal of limbs only slows them, those who still have their heads and most of their torso continue surging forward, slashing at her with the sharp edges of bone where hands were removed, while others still with weapons surge forward over their fellows to continue their maddened assault.
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