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The clash of sword on shield |
The crunch of broken ribs under the mail vest |
… now you’ve just annoyed the Count ! |
Sir Roger leaps forward to defend his lord |
and gets a shield in the face |
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But more fill in the gaps in the Norman wave |
despite the lilac colours of the Saxons |
Sir Roger de Clare |
Geoffroy de Bernay |
The armour wades into the sea of spears |
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The line goes forward yet again up Senlac Ridge |
The two lines clash, only a foot apart… |
…death coming from all around, from the air, the spear, the axe |
Arwulf de Lisieux |
The Norman spearline seeking gaps in the Saxon shield-burgh |
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The boar-snout Wedge goes forward |
Arwulf runs into battle with his hand axe |
The final rout of the encircled Saxons |
Save some for me! |
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