Niya saw friendly lancers run forward, and one become injured by the enemy fighter by the sword. She urged her horse forward, riding alongside the wounded soldier and the man holding him, raising her staff over the wounded man as she muttered an incantation to empower the staff, sealing the wounds of the soldier that had been injured in their arrival and their cries to defend the champion. Save the vulnerary for a situation where no healer was present, and Niya found that she was in a position to indeed aid the wounded man so she had done so with not a moments thought to her own safety. She looked down at the mended soldier and his friend and spoke briefly, directing them in a simple manner. [color=0076a3]"Your wounds are closed, follow your Champion!"[/color]

Jerod snorted, flicking the blood clean off his blade as the dead thief laid at his feet. The man was not expecting such an assault and was dead and gone. Of course, the so called Champion offered good pay, and more afterwords, should they aid him in clearing out the fighters. The man had nothing coming in, pay wise, for the foreseeable future so he would not turn down the chance to work. With a glance at the other mercenary who ran up, he looked back to the fighters and, before he charged the nearest fighter he made a comment towards the Champion and the other fighter. [color=9e0b0f]"Aye lad, I'll help ye in this mess o' yours. Feel free to follow along, mate, yer welcome to those I ain' guttin."[/color] With that, Jerod engaged the closest of the fighters with his blade, his sword and experience more than readily able to handle the man and his axe, narrowly avoiding a blow as sparks were raised from his scale armor as the axe blade narrowly missed, only to have a counterstroke take the man's head from his body. Jerod stood over the corpse, ready for the next problem to come his way.