"Ah... no, no, combat aid will be enough," Tiral hastily stated towards Sult's suggestion, waving his hand no and shaking his head in a similar fashion. Though she was certainly quite a character, anything that girl implied had a tendency of being on the risque side of things... And, well, to be frank, given her recent actions, she was probably just trying to mess with him like she did everyone else.

God dammit, he fell for it; hook, line and sinker.

"...In any case, with that out of the way--" he began to say before becoming quiet at the captain's outburst. His eyes slowly drifted over to the disemboweled corpse on the ground, and a look of disgust crawled up his face. Even if fighting wasn't glamorous, scare tactics like this...
What difference did it have compared to the tactics that had just been used by those that had just attempted to kill them? That was the sort of thing serial killers did, was it not?

Turning away and shaking his head, Tiral turned to the fist bandit he had caught, who was currently bound up in ice. Out of all of them, he was probably the only one who had escaped injury... But in some ways, the fear of imminent death might have been worse.

Well, he had brought this on himself.

Tiral took pause once more as Sult took to complaining about blood on her armor, a sigh leaving his lips as he brought his hand to his face in mild exasperation.

"Just go wash it off or something before it rusts; it'll be bloody again soon enough anyhow."

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Tiral quickly placed the ceremonial dagger before looking at the carnage in front of them. It was... Well, quite frankly, a massacre. The least they could do was cremate the bodies after taking the weapons off them. Animals getting accustomed to the taste of humans would only breed more trouble in the future. If not that, then tossing them in a ditch and burying them would work just as well...

And then Tyaethe promptly ran herself through with a spear. Tiral's jaw may as well dropped to the ground as he stared on in shock. What really gave him pause, though, was the fact that the knight was, in fact, quite dead by their human standards. So the immortal knight was actually far from it?
...
Wait, wasn't that necromancy?!

The mage almost spoke out in objection before calming himself. No good would come if he continued to stall their progress here. he could complain... Later. On the way back, preferably.

"Regardless, we have a job to carry out, and with all due respect, we cannot spend time loitering around feeling remorse for what has already been done. I shall inquire about your condition later, but right now time is of the essence; I wouldn't be surprised if the enemy knew something was amiss if the group we annihilated here does not report back," he stated towards the captain before turning in the direction of the four formerly-fleeing bandits whose legs were still bound in his ice prison. Given the general position of their legs as they were frozen...

"They're this way... Am I correct?"