Sharpening The Blade

Arkanos' voice was as sharp as a blade. "You fought well, but some of you faltered. Mistakes were made... mistakes that could have cost lives. And I do not tolerate failure." 

His piercing gaze locked onto one of the knights, who had stumbled earlier. "You hesitated. Why?" 

The knight swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "I… I was tired, my lord." 

"Tiredness is no excuse for weakness," Arkanos replied icily. "In war, hesitation is death." 

The knights straightened despite their exhaustion, their faces were pale but resolute. 

Arkanos' gaze hardened as he surveyed the line of exhausted knights. His voice cut through the lingering silence like a blade. 

"You all fought bravely," he began, pacing slowly in front of the assembled warriors, "but bravery alone is not enough. Mistakes were made, and mistakes in war mean death… for you, and for those who depend on you. I do not suffer incompetence lightly."