"Come at me," Bjorn said calmly.
"So be it! If you wish for death that much!"
Ragnar charged at him like the wind, swinging his axe downward with a force that seemed it would slice through anything in its path, even if blocked.
"Stop!" Viscount Thorburn shouted, sensing the lethal intent in Ragnar's blow. But it was too late; the axe was already descending toward Bjorn's head.
Grinding his teeth, Bjorn swung his twin axes to intercept Ragnar's blow.
Clang!
Ragnar's face shifted in surprise. Bjorn's axes twisted the trajectory of Ragnar's swing, causing his strike to miss its mark.
"Hah," Ragnar let out an involuntary sound of admiration. Not even Rogain could have blocked such a blow.
"What kind of sorcery is this?" Ragnar demanded.
"Who knows?" Bjorn replied, breathless but with a grin that betrayed a forced air of confidence.
"You'll find out if we keep fighting."
