need an Irish battle name

[dfmacliam]

was his brother Egg?.. Egg MacMuffin, the family is a sept of the McDonald Clan?

[Rawlinson]

I'm tellin' ya, man--Cúchulainn.

Maybe this description of the Warp Spasm will convince you:
His shanks and his joints, every knuckle and angle and organ from head to foot shook like a tree in the flood or a reed in the stream. His body made a furious twist inside his skin so that his feet and shins and knees switched to the rear and his heels and calves switched to the front.

The balled sinews of his calves switched to the front of his shins, each big knot the size of a warrior's bunched fist. On his head the temple-sinews stretched to the nape of his neck, each mighty, immense, measureless knob as big as the head of a month-old child.

His face and features became a red bowl; he sucked one eye so deep into his head that a wild crane could not probe it onto his cheek out of the depths of his skull; the other eye fell out along his cheek.

His mouth weirdly distorted: his cheek peeled back from his jaws until the gullet appeared; his lungs and liver flapped in his mouth and throat; his lower jaw struck the upper a lion-killing blow, and fiery flakes large as a ram's fleece reached his mouth from his throat.

His heart boomed loud in his breast like the baying of a watch-dog at its feed or the sound of a lion among bears. Malignant mists and spurts of fire flickered red in the vaporous clouds that rose boiling above his head, so fierce was his fury.

The hero-halo rose out of his brow, long and broad as a warrior's whetstone, long as a snout, and he went mad rattling his shields, urging on his charioteer and harassing the hosts.

Then, tall and thick, steady and strong, high as the mast of a noble ship, rose up from the dead center of his skull a straight spout of black blood, darkly and magically smoking.

In that style, then, he drove out to find his enemies
and did his thunder-feat
and killed a hundred,
then two hundred,
then three hundred,
then four hundred,
then five hundred...

If that's not a warrior, I don't know what is.

Where'd this description come from?

[triolamj]

Extremely late suggestion, but my favorite: Wolf The Quarrelsome. At the Battle of Clontarf, Brian Boru retired to his command tent, much too old (in his 80's) to take part in the battle. As was the custom in those days, a series of champions from each side strode out into the center of the battlefield and met in single combat. Wolf came out from among the knights of Munster, and Brodir, a Viking pirate chief based in Man, represented the Viking / Leinster enemy. Wolf gave him a thorough thrashing, knocking him to the ground and denting his armor. Only Brodir's fast feet saved him from, literally, losing his head. After the battle, Brodir and Wolf met one last time and Brodir's feet couldn't save him that time. Check out the detailed account of Clontarf in the Orkneyinga Saga; it was written by the Vikings from the Hebrides that fought on the Leinster / Viking side. The thing that Wolf The Quarrelsome has over Cuchullain is that he was a real man and a real warrior.

Slainte! Max