Though Julianna wouldn't see it, it was entirely possible that she might feel the weight of the glare directed her way by Tyaethe. Not because of the scouting suggestion, though she thought it was a foolhardy risk to split off [i]knights[/i] one or two at a time in a bandit infested forest and hope they made it back, but because of the tone. It was hypocrisy to disapprove of others showing disrespect to the order's captain but that was never going to stop the undead; veterans got to be casual in her opinion but nobody looked [i]down[/i] on the captain.

The glare lifted when Fanilly sprinted ahead to tend to a wounded man and instinct kicked in, with the heavily armoured knight following a moment later and--nearly--a moment too slow. Their captain's good reflexes averted needing to find another girl born on the full moon and the attempted backstabber saw how screwed he was.

He might even, for a second, have noted how particularly doomed he was as the massive sword held in Tyaethe's left hand swung round and she let out a wordless roar, taking advantage of his stunned state to make sure that he was very particularly dead. The number of people in the world that could survive bisection was limited, after all, and Tyaethe didn't pause to make sure it stuck. She pivoted with the sword itself until facing the direction the arrows came from, striding forwards despite the simple fact this was an ambush.

They could attack her all they liked. If they could even hit her armour from the right, it would be a small miracle.