Rolf jumped through the fire and swung his sword down on Ketil. The man raised his axe and intercepted, looking deep into Rolf's eyes with contempt. "Knut's son." He chuckled lightly pushing Rolf away as he saw the rest jump through the fire. He back up again, watching them, bouncing the axe in his hand.
Ketils mind spun quickly as he tried to think. Seeing them approaching him he swung randomly in massive arcs keeping them away. 'This is not good at all.' Rolf charged forward, ignoring Ketils frantic swings. He tried to run through but was stopped nearly being cut in half.
Gunnar clicked his tongue. "He's not looking to win, only buy time." He saw it instantly by the way Ketil fought. The man was famous for being a force of nature when he fought, but even he had his limits and to win when the odds were stacked so heavily against him was a tall order.
The old warrior looked at Gunnar and nodded. "I'll create an opening."
