In fantasy, realism isn't a necessity; instead, ancient magic serves as the cement holding together the awkwardly fitted blocks. In some creations, unscrupulous builders from the Middle East further mix ignorance into the cement, targeting specific details aimed at the common peasant. Any schoolchild would agree that if one runs around like the wind, waving imaginary locks of hair, and enters a berserker rage, then a chain, as swift as a hurricane and wrapped around the arm, would be a formidable weapon, and no one would care that it's the ravings of a madman.
Well... relatively speaking, in fantasy. You can add a lot of things there. If it looks good, I'll overlook the plausibility. But somehow, the sight of lunatics with chains wrapped around their arms doesn't... inspire me. After all, these chains must be forged by someone, then specifically attached to the maniacs, they must undergo an introductory course, and then go into battle... Their exposed bodies are a complete tactical blunder, and the weight of the chain quickly makes them quite clumsy. The only justification, as already mentioned, can be utter recklessness.
Stones come in different forms, not just baked clay.
Let's leave these unfortunate souls. As a unit, they are simply created for the sake of it.
Humans are inherently pompous knights adorned with badges of honor, including chicken coops, but at least they are original.
I disagree. Humans are just humans. A biological species. They have nothing to do with pomposity, and certainly not with chicken coops.
In essence, Light is just one of the forms of manifestation of the Race Doctrine. It's the simplest option – intuitively, everyone knows what is meant.
(Although a Light Paladin is one of the most banal characters in fantasy.)