You have to wonder what he did that made 10 guys leave their swords in his corpse like that.

My trusty blade that served me well trough all this years is irredeemably soiled by this guys blood. Worth it, but I'm gonna miss my Rosemünde. In case you missed it in history class, all swords were called that in the olden days. Not very imaginative, but that's the way it was.