The Battle of Roran-Hulk!
As the 213 trained (but innocent and conscripted) soldiers advanced upon Roran, Roran summoned his considerably above-average strength, let out a mighty bellow of compassion, and smashed a soldier's helm in, then picked up a spear and stabbed the person, rather untidily, in the throat. He threw the spear at an oncoming soldier, swung his hammer and cleaved another soldier's shield in half, finishing him on the second blow.
Roran's loyal comrades casually lounged by the sidelines. One brave soldier noted, "Hey, look, our most beloved soldier-in-arms is in trouble! He's facing insurmountable odds – again! …Wanna beer?"
"Sure!" said another soldier as he sat down on a rock to enjoy the show.
"189…190…191…ooh, that was a good one!"
As Roran finished his 211th soldier, he pulled his hammer back over his head, swung out in dramatic slow motion at a soldier with inhumanly immeasurable force and goodwill toward mankind, and decapitated his head clean off. The soldier's body fell, also in slow motion, to its knees and then did a faceplant into the ground, but without a face! Roran faced his last opponent and hurled his trusty hammer with a thunderous roar of "RORAN SMASH!" The handle sliced through the soldier's helmeted skull, then ripped through three neighboring farmhouses, finally embedding itself into a tree 500 yards away. Roran was slightly disappointed that the spear didn't return to him, like a magical boomerang, but, he mused philosophically, not everything in Alagaësia could be as awesome as he was.
As the soldier's head flew through the air, it bounced several thousand miles to land right in front of Eragon Shadeslayer's nigh-immortal feet. Eragon, slightly annoyed, nonchalantly kicked the head to the side of the road, where it accidentally struck a fatal blow to a bunny rabbit! As the bunny's fluffy soul faded into the afterlife, Eragon dropped to his knees and screamed in anguish!