Like the thrashing tides of a whirlpool, our armies clashed in a vortex of mayhem, where lives, horses, arrows, magic and steel were exchanged with reckless abandon.
With the Diomedes Knights and Dragonborn turning the most savage of all, as they danced with such blatant revelry upon a field so overflowing with carnage they seemed to turn into true fiends.
While the Chimera Knights once again proved their sanguine reputation with unmatched ability, as they lunged upon their backline like predators upon prey, hurling fire and spitting venom with spiteful ferocity, rendering them incapable of fully joining and aiding their comrades currently weathering the iron hail and magical barrages pelting them from above until they became formless sieves of gore on the ground.
