Svalin braced herself for the charge. Her sword kept the axe from biting into flesh, but his shoulder slammed into her chest. There was cracking of ribs breaking and Svalin was carried along in the rush. They reached the wall and Svalin's back slammed into it. Hard. If her ribs weren't broken in the charge, they were know.
She shook her head to clear some of the pain away. She slammed a fist toward his face.
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