The excerpts are from the translations at The Online Medieval and Classical Library.
My comments added in black.
Flosi snatched the spear from him, and launched it at Ingialld, and it fell on his left side, and passed through the shield just below the handle, and clove it all asunder, but the spear passed on into his thigh just above the knee-pan, and so on into the saddle-tree, and there stood fast. Then Flosi said to Ingialld, “Did it touch thee?
“It touched me sure enough,” says Ingialld, “but I call this a scratch and not a wound.” [So there.]
Then Ingialld plucked the spear out of the wound, and said to Flosi, “Now bide thou, if thou art not a milksop.” Then he launched the spear back over the river. Flosi sees that the spear is coming straight for his middle, and then he backs his horse out of the way, but the spear flew in front of Flosi’s horse, and missed him, but it struck Thorstein’s middle, and down he fell at once dead off his horse.
Now Thorgisl (Hermundson) smites a stroke on him down his nose from the brow, and said: “Now hast thou gotten a good mark befitting thee; and even such should more of you have.” Then spake Thorgisl (the Hewer): “Nought good is the mark; yet most like it is, that I shall have the heart to bear it manfully; little have ye yet to brag over.” And he smote at him so that he fell and is now unfightworthy.
Now Eyolf smiteth at Odd, and it came on to his cheek and on to his mouth, and a great wound was that. Then spake Eyolf: “Maybe the widow will think the kissing of thee worsened.” Odd answereth: “Long hath it been not over good, and now must it be much spoilt forsooth; yet it may be that thou wilt not tell thereof to thy sweetheart.” And he smote at him, so that he gat a great wound.
Then Steinthor Olafson leapt at Bolli, and hewed at his neck with a large axe just above his shoulders, and forthwith his head flew off. Thorgerd bade him “hale enjoy hands”, and said that Gudrun would have now a while a red hair to trim for Bolli.
The Laxdaela Saga
“Here I bring you your axe,” said Thorgeir. Then he struck at Thorfinn’s neck and cut off his head. [Hell of a way to start a conversation]
It was raining hard, so he did not go outside, but stood holding both the door-posts with his hands and peering round. At that moment Thorbjorn sidled round to the front of the door and thrust his spear with both hands into Atli’s middle, so that it pierced him through. Atli said when he received the thrust: “They use broad spear-blades nowadays.” [Great last words!] Then he fell forward on the threshold.
Kol thrust at him with his spear; Kolskegg had just slain a man and had his hands full, and so he could not throw his shield before the blow, and the thrust came upon his thigh, on the outside of the limb and went through it.
Kolskegg turned sharp round, and strode towards him, and smote him with his short sword on the thigh, and cut off his leg, and said, “Did it touch thee or not?”
“Now,” says Kol, “I pay for being bare of my shield.”
So he stood a while on his other leg and looked at the stump.
“Thou needest not to look at it,” said Kolskegg; “’tis even as thou seest, the leg is off.”
Then Kol fell down dead. [Possibly my favourite of the highlights]
Thorgrim the Easterling went and began to climb up on the hall; Gunnar sees that a red kirtle passed before the windowslit, and thrusts out the bill, and smote him on the middle. Thorgrim’s feet slipped from under him, and he dropped his shield, and down he toppled from the roof. Then he goes to Gizur and his band as they sat on the ground. Gizur looked at him and said, “Well, is Gunnar at home?
“Find that out for yourselves,” said Thorgrim; “but this I am sure of, that his bill is at home,” and with that he fell down dead. [More great last words]
Thorgeir lifted the axe, “the ogress of war,” with both hands, and dashed the hammer of the axe with a back-blow into the head of him that stood behind him, so that his skull was shattered to small bits. “Slain is this one,” said Thorgeir [Nothing like stating the bloody obvious]; and down the man fell at once, and was dead.
There sat also a very handsome man with long hair, who twisted his hair over his head, put out his neck, and said, “Don’t make my hair bloody.”
A man took the hair in his hands and held it fast. Thorkel hewed with his axe; but the viking twitched his head so strongly that he who was holding his hair fell forwards, and the axe cut off both his hands, and stuck fast in the earth.
The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway
King Magnus received a wound, being pierced by a spear through both thighs above the knees. The king laid hold of the shaft between his legs, [Oh how easy to take that phrase out of context!]broke the spear in two, and said, “Thus we break spear-shafts, my lads; let us go briskly on. Nothing hurts me.”
The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway