"Champion of Naga, prodigal tactician, whatever ye say laddie. We be stuck in the same mess of yers." Jerod grinned, taking some enjoyment out of ribbing the younger man as the man burnt alive, turning to finish off fifth bandit he had been fighting, kicking his knee out and driving the sword home into his skull. Bracing his boot, he shoved the dead bandit off his blade and turned to see more bandits gathering. Some religious nutter, sellsword, spell slinging skirt wearer, and some brittle bowyer who seemed in charge. Of course, lad tactician set out some orders and he shrugged, shifting his grip on the blade as he turned towards the left, making an offhand comment at the time.

"Ye got it lad. Hey, lady lance a lot, good luck with the kiddie champion." Jerod was about to go onto his assigned path when some new mage lass showed up, instead offering to help them rather than jumping in on the bandits side. She offered to tag along with the Myrmidon, and he shrugged in a good natured way. He gave magic users good natured mocking, he did it to everyone really, but they were always helpful to keep around on hand. Magic reached farther than most swords did, after all. Glancing at the preparing bandits, he looked back at the other three and cricked his neck to one side and the other, popping the joint audibly. "Fine by me, spell spitter. And use Jerod, if it pleases ye."

Watching the arrow fail to do anything usefull, on top of the madness he was spitting out, Jerod laughed in their faces. That amused him to no end, considering even if it was a ruse, he would assume it was, that wasted time and ammunition on the archers part. And that was foolhardy. Jerod was ready on the lad Champions word to move, speaking to the lady mage in the meantime. "This sodding tosser couldn't tag the broadside of that academy wall at this rate! Let's go spell spitter, time ta show em real soldiering. At yer word, laddie."