Suspended in midair after his full-powered attack, Ragnar met Lancer's unwavering gaze. He took a deep breath as the muscles on his back bulged and strained.
In a breathtaking display, he unleashed a fourteen-blow flurry of his axe, a whirlwind of raw power aimed at Lancer before landing. Sparks of magical energy erupted with each clash of axe and spear. The strikes targeted vital points with deadly precision: the skull, twice to the neck, the chest, the abdomen, twice to arteries in both arms, once to arteries in both legs, and thrice to the neck once more.
But the knightly spear repelled them all, a flawless defence. This knight wasn't just a wall, he was a fortress.
Or not. No, he wasn't. A closer look revealed the knight's position had shifted ever so slightly backward. The sheer force of the fourteen blows had pushed him back. The knight of the lance, though formidable, wasn't impenetrable.

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Chapter 1