On my immediate left was Mark B with Dave B's Normans.
Going clockwise we then had Paul's Vikings, a work in progress.
Brendan's Normans in fine undercoat
Stas' magnificent Pagan Rus
Olivier's Scots which someone unkindly called White Walkers.
And my Vikings
The Pagan Rus invoked snow and that slowed things down as my Vikings tired to make a dash for the Scots who came shuffling forward.
To say it went badly would be overstating the prowess of my unlucky Vikings.
It was a bloodbath
Shortly after this photo was taken my Vikings were wiped out.
My losses would have given victory to the Scots. The Pagan Rus had some kills up while both Paul and Brendan's force had sustained a good number of losses. Mark B went home with his forces mostly intact (one might have suffered some frost bite) and his swords uncontaminated by blood.