Jon could feel his blood boiling with excitement again as the enemy was upon them. He cleared his mind of any distractions to focus on the incoming clash. As the armies collided, he was at the very front, trying to kill as much as possible, but it was slow work. The enemy was in a tight-knit shield wall at the front, and the only way to attack was to either push, hack from above, or stab. Every man was covered by his shield on the left and his comrade's shield to the right. There was no room for other attacks, as Jon also had men behind and next to him. The battlefield turned into a pushing and stabbing match.