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The sounds of men shouting, the injured screaming, the clash of steel, and the crackling of ice echoed across the frozen lake that had become their battlefield. Spilled blood and organs steamed in the cold. Treacherous footing was responsible for as many deaths as swift swords. A number of holes had opened in the ice; into which many had fallen. Shivering men were left by their enemies to die and were abandoned by their allies, concerned as they were with their own survival. As the cold sapped their will they sank slowly into the water, blue flesh under their armor.