Both Sult and Nero looked eachother, their eyes rolling in unison. The scene was getting tiresome. After a mysterious slaughter and a short-lived skirmish with some brigands (and a mercenary leader insinuating she wanted the cute captain all to herself, which was a no no, by Sult's book.) Both of them unsheathed their blades, and spurred their horses, looking at eachother before lazily following in the charge. Let the others do the work this time. Both sisters had already done what they could, even offering a small token ceremony for the fallen souls of the fortress. They had even found some lilies to burn in a small token fire.

In the meantime, both looked at Umbra, who was biting her lip as she steadied herself in the back of the cart. Having dismissed her mount earlier, because of its unsuitability for battle, she was now hitching a ride on the cart other knights were. Her elven eyes focused on the group, and the incoming knights. It looked that all they did was to use haste and no finesse. Tyaethe, the abomination knight, was particulary eager to go into the fray.

She could not allow her to proceed as she wished though. Umbra was a creature that respected life. Those horses had no right to be caught in the middle and injuried. So she whipped her bow, once more, and took aim. She however, did care very little for the humans, as she aimed at the assailants necks' swiftly and methodically, seeking to incapacitate them before the clash with her fellow knights was apparent, and thus sparing the mounts a grisly injury (specially those who were in Tyaethe's path). There was a reason why no one entered the elven forests of Thaln uninvited. However, Umbra also curbed her bloodlust at some point. She really needed to spare a couple of them for questioning.

"Wow... look at that tight..." Nero started a sentence, stopping for a moment to gawk at the show of archery from one of the Knight's best archers.

"...butt!" Sult added mischievously, causing the elven veteran to fumble and shoot the cart's planks instead of a target. Her eyes darted to the offender as she gave a venomous stare, before resuming her task.

Nero sighed. "...no, Sult. I meant tight aim. Get your head out of the gutter!" Nero chided as she finally sped up alongside her sister. Maybe they weren't as synchronized as she initially thought...