Again the smaller fire wand blossomed and again the zipping bees hammered the large shield, ricocheting away in a myriad of directions. Perhaps even back towards the little wizard. Then a hammering blow struck the chain shirt at mid-thigh of Kolskegg then another exploded against the outer side of his left thigh as the bullet burned and tore some of his thigh muscle. The pain was immense, as if a hot iron had been applied to his leg, followed by the hammering impacts as other bullets hit the coat protecting his side from anything more than painful, deep bruises. 

Then Kolskegg was there, landing before the smaller man, his large shield before his body covering a goodly portion of his body. Blood dripping from his left leg, the Viking thrust Alyward forward and slightly below the shield. Hopefully the wizard would not see the blade until it impacted with his body. The move, deadly and one well practiced was something that the Viking hoped would be the fell blow that ended this fight. 

The thrust, short and pointed was aimed for the left side of the wizard, below his heart, square for the area below the topmost rib. The blade would be accelerated through years of practice and test of arms. This was a decidedly deadly move, one that had ended many fights in the past, and hopefully this one as well. 

Yes, Kolskegg had killed the wizard Cho’s company. But that was to be expected, they were not the same caliber of sorcerous foe that this small man was. Thus far Kolskegg had been hit by his fire rod and fire staff. His shield dented and battered, even pierced by one of the wizards magics. But the wizard had not sustained a reciprocating blow. With Odin’s blessing his sword would strike true and kill the man. If not a wounding would do. At this range, the Viking was sure he had the advantage in weaponry. But of course time would tell.