"Spread-eagled and face down in shallow snow, hurting in every centimetre of his body, he prised open an eyelid. Bewildered, his mind refused to process what he saw. He was surrounded by grotesque nightmares. Visibility was poor and falling snow imposed a theatrical dimension to the horror. However, there was no doubt. Hundreds of savages battered and lunged at each other in slow motion, their lead-weighted poleaxes and war-hammers clanging against...