Arthur less impressive murder score

The enemy broke cover at the edge of the forest and Sir Mordred emerged with his alien
army on many sides, in seven great battalions, sixty thousand men in all. The force was
substantial, all fighting men from faraway lands, well-equipped and riding in orderly
array by those clear inlets. The sum total of King Arthur’s knights was less than two
thousand; it was going to be an uneven match, by Christ!
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The ground was strewn with enemy dead. The survivors from Mordred’s
army fled back into the forest and hid amongst the trees, followed by our fierce fighting
folk who hunted them down like dogs. Marauders on the moors, they hewed at them
without mercy and not one of them managed to escape alive, they were chopped down
in the chase, and nobody gave a damn!
King Arthur found the bodies of Sir Yvain, and Sir Eric, and other great lords. He lifted
Sir Cador up into his arms, then Sir Cleges, Sir Cleremond, Sir Lot and Sir Lionel, Sir
Lancelot, Sir Lowes, Sir Marrak and Sir Meneduke. He took up these mighty warriors
and laid them all together, looked at the heap of corpses and cried out with a loud voice
like a man who has lost his will to live. He staggered as though all his strength had failed,
he looked up to the heavens, his countenance changed and he collapsed to the ground,
then he scrambled to his knees and cried:
‘Once a high king, now I am left in great care! All my noblemen are laid low, those who
once showered me with gifts, who maintained my rule through their valour and their
courage, made me worthy to rule and a sovereign on Earth, by the grace of God Al-
mighty. What dreadful destiny has caused this carnage? That a traitor should destroy all
my faithful lords! Here lies the peerless blood of the Round Table, destroyed by a devil!
‘I shall wander the heathlands of Cornwall, helpless and alone, like a woeful widow
grieving for her husband. I may well weep and wring my hands, for my wisdom and
honour have vanished forever. From my lords now I take my leave and go to my own
death.’
The knights of the Round Table rallied and all of those who were remaining rode up to
the king, seven score in all.

Alliterative Morte Arthur - Translation by https://reflection.eleusinianm.co.uk/