"Holy Mother of God, shield us!" a young, terrified knight prayed at the top of his lungs.
He was curled into a tight ball on the muddy forest floor, holding his heavy steel shield over his head as if trying to hide from an angry god.
"Curse these Northern demons to the deepest pits of hell!" an older veteran shouted, desperately trying to pull his horse by the leather reins.
"My leg! I can't feel my leg! Someone help me!" another screamed from beneath the crushing weight of a fallen tree branch.
All around them lay the armored corpses of their fallen comrades.
But the most horrifying part to the surviving soldiers was not the death itself; it was how they had died.
The invincible knights of Europa, men who had trained since childhood to fight with glorious broadswords and lances, had not been bested by legendary warriors in single combat.
They had been completely shredded by falling garbage!
