Blow after blow rained down upon the hapless knights, each strike delivering a fatal wound that spilled blood and tore armor asunder.
Their sturdy armor, forged in the fires of their own bravery, was but mere paper to the onslaught of Aragon's sword. With each slash and thrust, the knights were left exposed, their flesh wounds gaping open like the maws of hell itself.
Despite their best efforts, the knights could not suppress Aragon's fury. He was a force of nature, a tempest of steel and blood that swept aside all who dared to oppose him. And so it was that the one-sided slaughter came to an end. In but a few moments, Aragon had cut down all those who stood against him, leaving behind a dreadful scene filled with the bloodied bodies of the fallen.
