" I see... you are the owner. Well, then I suppose there is no use talking about this anymore. " Ragnar said calmly, and he knew what he would have to do at this moment. Taking a step forward towards the foreman, Ragnar tilted his head back slightly before slamming his helmed head into the front of the foreman's face. While this would be enough to drop a normal man, this only stunned the foreman for a second as his knees gave out. Ragnar would have to be quick as there were three men behind their foreman who apparently were not expecting an attack. Ragnar sliding his other hand to his ax swung it towards one of them, hitting him in the chest with the ax blow, cleaving through his sternum and ribs as he fell to the ground gurgling as the blood filled his lungs. One down.
Ragnar then turned his attention towards a different man, who seemed to be reaching much better than his friends as he lifted his pick up over his head to strike Ragnar. Clearly, the man was not a fighter as his attack was slow, slow enough to allow Ragnar to let go of his ax with one of his hands before reaching over, using his massive reach as an advantage, to grab the shaft of the mining tool and stopping it dead. Ragnar turned his head to look the man in the eyes as he flexed his hand and snapped the wood of the pickax, the head now in Ragnar's hand as he let it fall to the ground. The third man had apparently been a coward all along, as he didn't even react to his friend getting nearly cut in half and his other friend stopped by attacking, instead he simply ran past them all and towards the exit.
Ragnar then took a step back from the combat as he looked around for a moment before saying " You gentlemen will be out of work for a while... but the new owner of this place will put you to work. I promise. " At that moment the foreman spoke up, speaking through broken teeth and nose and said " I.. with.. nefer.. sell " Ragnar looked at him, putting his hand back on his ax as he said " I know. " before swinging the ax and cleaving the man's head off in a single stroke. As the man's head fell off his shoulders and his body went limp under it, Ragnar looked around to see if anyone would attempt to fight or challenge him. No one did. Disappointing. Reaching down and grabbing the head of the man he walked over to his mount, who was still standing there before climbing on. Ragnar put the decapitated head into a bag on his saddle specifically for that purpose as he turned and then rode away.
1691/1500 WC