Swing and clunk, surprising or perhaps not. Sigurd knew that fighting an opponent in heavy armour could often be a difficult task. His longsword glanced off heavy armour, the rebound and subsequent carrying of his arm off to his right clearing him from the sphere of influence of the swiftly descending shield. The point of his longsword jarred slightly as the shield made contact, but not significantly as there was a lot of give in his wrist and the weapon itself. Meanwhile, as he had expected the real threat of his attack had gone unnoticed, his own shield swinging into position. He pushed forward with his left foot to close on her, deciding finally to take the fight to its final stage. As he did so his shield came swinging in towards her own at a slight angle, likely to slam into the edge of her own shield with concussive force, the iron edge taking the brunt of the blow. There was only one inevitable outcome when his great stone arm was involved, her own defence would fail, pushing the shield out and away from covering her. As he pushed the shield away his own would twist in his hand, presenting the flat in a shield bind to the back of her shield and across her arm that would prevent further action. It was possible that his shield may slide behind hers instead, in which case the blow could break her arm or hand instead, however in her kneeling position Sigurd had launched the strike so that simply pulling away from it would be too slow.

Once in this risky situation with his opponent’s left side presumably bound up on the outside line, his right arm would be simultaneously drawing his sword back past his hip, preparing for a final blow. Fortunately pushing closer to his foe in this fashion would make manipulating her spear more difficult, the edge may begin to burn through his tougher armour such as the iron shin plates, but no immediate wound was suffered on his advance.