Sven

Sven swung his sword, decapitating one of the weaker enemies. Swiftly, he snatched a spear from the ground and hurled it, striking an archer perched in a tree. He then spun around, parrying the blade of an enemy who had tried to ambush him. After exchanging four quick blows, he managed to stab the soldier through the chest, killing him. Sweat poured down his body as his eyes darted rapidly across the chaotic battlefield. Suddenly, he leaped to the side, narrowly dodging an arrow that whizzed past where he had stood, striking a random person fleeing behind him.

Before he could steady himself, more arrows flew toward him, forcing him to roll across the ground. As he strategized how to deal with the archers, he spotted one of his own soldiers ambushing the bowman, stabbing him in the back. Such scenes were common—there was no such thing as dueling etiquette here. Everyone clashed indiscriminately, and allegiances could shift in an instant.