"Poison might not be cheap, but that depends on your definition of poison," Tiral remarked, fully thankful for the assistance... Regardless of how eccentric that assistance was. Continuing to go and block the attacks, the young knight nodded as his situation became less numerically tilted against him. With a short huff, Tiral quickly moved to attack, pulling back his sword as he started to chant.

"Extend and freeze."

The blade of his sword, now sheathed in a layer of ice, shot forward, catching the bandit off guard as the weapon sliced through his midsection as if it was butter before returning back to its original state. Flicking the weapon to clear it of any remaining water, Tiral turned his attention to the captain's shouting.

More escapees? Oh, for the love of--!

"I'll handle it!" Tiral shouted, sheathing his sword and pulling out the little dagger from underneath his armor. "Just keep me safe a while longer!"

Tiral eyed the bandits who were turning tail, albeit just barely, through the woods; four were slowly starting to scramble through the underbrush, which was all he needed to know.

"Let mine enemies cower in fear. Let them freeze in their tracks, lamenting their own fate. Let them despair, knowing they have crossed the Iron Rose Knights! With their power behind me, I decree: move no longer!"

With a hearty cry, Tiral swung his dagger in an arc in front of him before swinging it downward. Immediately, four lines of ice began to snake out from his feet, hungrily seeking the would-be escapees. Once they found their mark, the ice seemed to crawl up their legs and lock them in place. Struggle as their might, the ice did not seem like it would budge. It only grew worse, though, as the ice continued its way up, shards of it now digging into their targets' flesh and dyeing itself an odd hue of reddish-pink.

The beads of sweat now dotting Tiral's face showed but a glimpse of how taxing such a spell was on him. Though by no means an end-all be-all solution, it would at least prevent the enemies from shoring up their defenses in time.

"I... Believe this should suffice...?" he asked rhetorically, a halfhearted smile on his face before turning to Sult. "Thanks for earlier, though... Not the sort to handle fighting more than one at a time..."