Thankfully, the skirmish did not last long. Several bandits were immobilized by ice magic, and the majority simply lay dead. Fanilly relaxed, slightly. While the battle had been disorganized... there had not been much time to plan, and her orders had at least been followed. No bandit, so far as could be told, had escaped. Unfortunately, the live bandits did not seem inclined to give up any information. Fanilly felt the reason behind this was... well, likely because they knew their fate already. They had murdered innocent people. They had killed soldiers. They had even used an innocent farmer(who was thankfully being treated) as bait for a trap. That meant that their fate was execution, and there was nothing they could do to change it unless they escaped. Cooperation, in their eyes, was useless.

This was not true for the man Fanilly saw next. To her horror, he was still alive, ran through by the undead knight's enormous sword, on his feet and spitting blood. She extended one hand, opening her mouth to try and stop such a brutal treatment of the enemy... and then he shook his head in response to her question. There were no further ambushes.

Fanilly could only watch as the enormous blade left his body in a flash, and took his head with equal speed, letting his body tumble to the ground in a bleeding heap.

Her hand fell to her side. Deep down, she felt that... something had been wrong there... and yet the man would have died the same way anyway, would he have not? Perhaps with the beheading it was a quicker and more merciful fate... The teenaged girl took a deep breath.

"... There are no injured among our number, are there?" she said, lifting her head and turning to face her knights. Before she could have this fact confirmed to her, however, her eyes fell on another still living-bandit, lying at the feet of one of her knights. His belly had been cut open to spill his innards...

Fanilly thought she had seen Katrina fight in such a manner during the battle, but she had hoped she was mistaken. But this...! Clenching her fists, she strode over to the knight, smoothly drawing her sword once more. She hesitated only a moment, before her blade flashed and the bandit was released from his suffering.

"... We are Knights of Justice and Mercy," she said, a tremor in her voice as she faced Katrina, "While we are here to kill these bandits... such cruelty is completely unnecessary! That man was simply left to suffer! We are all trained knights, are we not?! Such cruelty should be easy for us to avoid!"

She rounded on the other knights, turning to ensure no such brutality had been committed elsewhere. It was at about this moment that Sult complained of the blood on her armor and clothing, wishing to change, that briefly took the girl out of her anger.

"... I... what?"