Tyaethe's finishing off of her temporary prisoner was as painless as she could make it, since her intent had never really been to make the man suffer. The luckless bandit had been the only obvious choice to ask and consequently had his life extended for another agonising minute. Better than some of his companions had faced and definitely superior to the terrifying wait a criminal sentenced for execution would have to put up with.

Though it wasn't the battle that she had been expecting, now still served as a good time to inform all the newcomers about her status, since the hangers-on from outside the order had headed forwards and taken the risk of their spilling her secret with them. Stepping back so as to be in front of the assembled knights, Tyaethe lay down her weapons and seized a spear dropped by one of the bandits

"Listen up! As we are about to head into a more serious battle, you newcomers need to know something before you do something [i]stupid[/i]," the paladin said, raising the spear for attention. 'Stupid', of course, meant supplying assistance to someone that was hard to hurt and even harder to kill, "About how I still fight with this order! About why I can do [i]this![/i]"

With that, she spun the surprisingly sturdy spear to point towards her own stomach and with a sickeningly practised motion shoved it inwards, using brute strength and her own lack of resistance to overcome her armour's protections. Not that she stopped then, with her hands only stalling when the blood-soaked head came out the other side, clearly having passed right through her abdomen. Then she continued speaking with the same force as before, as if there wasn't a weapon going through her.

"In the Battle of Adrageinne, Saint Elionne and I were the last of our group. We were outnumbered, tired, surrounded... and faced certain death. There I, Sir Tyaethe of Mayon, died!" Tyaethe continued, lowering her voice. She could remember the battle clearly, how the exhaustion built and small injuries lead to large and how, even with her continued movement, she became a walking fountain of blood and weapons, "But I had sworn to protect and serve the Captain. No matter what happened, allowing Elionne to come to harm was unacceptable.

"Since then, I have continued to serve the Knights in undeath. Bear that in mind before putting yourself at risk for my sake; injuries matter far less to myself. Remember, too, that this is not to be shared with those from outside the Iron Roses."

She felt somewhat guilty for adding this to the obvious discomfort one of the new recruits was already feeling, particularly because it interrupted her prayers.