Olgir knew he couldn't afford to get distracted by the melee. He also knew that such a course of action was something most other commanders, the samurai who was pulling the strings behind this current ambush for instance, usually never had to worry about getting them killed. But as a viking warlord, Olgir chose to fight amongst his pawns and power pieces on the ground rather than hang back with a cushy bird's eye view.
While there were indeed risks with leading the charge, like inadvertently becoming more focused on fighting than coordinating, he felt like the dangers of not leading the charge were far more fatal. Quite possibly the first of these dangers was the development of a lack of empathy. A leader controlling things from the safety of the sidelines may very well trade humanity for stratagem and turn wasteful, sacrificing anyone and even everyone for the sake of the 'greater good'.
Not surprisingly, such leaders were often more concerned with preserving their own lives. Self sacrifice was never an option for these types. No honor. Olgir the Untamable found this kind of leadership not only morally backwards but downright disgusting. He was ready to lay down his life for any one of his warriors, not send them to their doom.
Additionally, he felt that leading by example gave the Wolf Clan vikings an extra edge. If one of them ever found themselves in a tough situation on the battlefield, they could always think of him and what he would do to get out of it. And what would he do? Stand around and bark orders? Pass blame? No. Olgir the Untamable would fight. He would fight to his very last breath.
The jarl saw his vikings gaining the upper hand over the samurai, but saw that the line had broken up a bit in the process.
"Fara aftur!" he called out.
Immediately, all the way from the van to the rear guard, the soldiers shifted into neat rows and columns. Those that weren't busy fighting punctuated this by clashing their swords against their shields, a sound reminiscent of a massive thunderclap that visibly startled the few samurai still on the battlefield. Soon, only the Wolf Clan remained.
"Skjaldbaka skel!" Olgir ordered.
The soldiers all huddled closer together and went into full block stances just as the sky darkened for the second time. As a result, the enemy's incoming volley deflected uselessly off of the platoon's shell.
He'd had just about enough of the ranged attacks. Olgir the Untamable's forces would not be felled by mere arrows. He rose from behind his own shield and unstrapped his horn to call in Trygve.