Tyaethe was very much displeased at being separated from the captain, though you wouldn't have been able to tell it from looking at her; the only clue was a shifting of her eyes that indicated a suppressed frown. The undead knight [i]hated[/i] being separated from captains. After all, none had ever been fatally injured whilst Tyaethe had been beside them. There was something to be said about the protection someone nigh impossible to kill could provide, particularly one as imposing as her.

She wasn't going to outright disobey the captain. Not today. Her other choices were good ones--Eadwig knew what he was doing and now was the best time to start giving newcomers a little leadership experience. Crucially, Fanilly's choice wasn't someone already questioning her actions. It would be a terrible idea to start giving their opinions legitimacy as there were too few knights to permit internal divisions.

The undead pulled her blade free from the earth and set forwards, following Tiral towards the left. They may as well keep roughly together until she was in position, in case bandits came out in this direction for any possible reason.

"Anyone with a shield, hold it in your right hand and get on the right. If they somehow spot us coming and send out archers, I don't want our whole flank to be wide open," Tyaethe ordered, lifting her own arm as an indication. Of course, that was where her shield was normally, but it was actually relevant if circling clockwise.

The spear, of course, was still firmly lodged through her stomach. Removing it would just leave a pair of holes in her armour until nightfall... and you never knew when a thrown weapon could come in handy.