Damon's body collapsed to the ground after receiving multiple strikes.
Brone's ferocious attacks were so rapid and came from unpredictable sides that he couldn't anticipate, leaving him sprawling on the snow.
The icy ground bit into his skin through the cracks in his armour. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, metal, and the sharp tang of blood.
The knight pushed himself up again, boots slipping slightly as he regained his footing.
It hadn't been half an hour, yet the continuous, rapid assaults had already worn him down. His arm shook as he lifted his broken sword; blood dripped from a cut above his eye, streaming down his cheek.
His breath came out ragged, white mist rising and vanishing in the freezing air. His once-shining armour was dented and partly broken, and his shoulders shook as he gathered the last of his strength to stand against the Bargesian leader.
