George Martin. Clash of kings (№ 219678)

You don't feel nor wound, nor aching of armor back, no sweat pouring into your eyes. You cease to feel, cease to think, cease to be themselves, we can only fight the enemy - first, second, third, tenth, and you know that it is not subject to fatigue and fear in contrast. You're alive! Around you death, but they slowly turn around with your sword - you're dancing among them, laughing.