There's not much to say about the process of the battle.
Or rather, it couldn't even be considered a battle at all.
Even when the refugees burst out of the defensive line and briefly disrupted the Niflgaard infantry approaching, it didn't really help.
In feudal times, armies were no better than bandits murdering and looting at one's doorstep to the common folk.
"Don't kill me, don't kill us, we..."
"Pfft!"
The Niflgaard people slashed down every refugee who ran towards them in panic.
Even though they were unarmed, with their wives and children in tow.
The men beneath the black armor had declared upon entering Sintra: Niflgaard would save Sintra and bring civilization to this land.
But now, with blades slicing throats, and sword tips stabbing ribs... the Niflgaard people were smiling as they killed!
In this era, the role of soldiers is simple—a killing machine.
