Fanilly had solid faith in her first two choices, and hope that her third had been wise as well. Even though Tiral seemed uncertain, he had shown intelligence and strategic application thereof in the battle utilizing his ice powers. As she hoped to prove herself, she hoped the ice mage would prove himself. For the moment, however, she had her own division of the knights to leave. And, of course, others had spoken to her as well.

"I was planning on allowing you to split yourselves based on your preference and the advisement of the leaders I've assigned," she explained at Marianne's question, "I am certain you will serve well at Sir Eadwig's side.

Allowing herself to relax a little, she gave the older girl a small smile, before turning to... a new arrival? Ah, that's right, certain knights had been forced to take a slower route... he was only a little taller than herself, and the blonde girl was surprised when she saw furred ears and a doglike tail. That must have meant he was a hundi! For a few moments, an expression of excitement made its way onto Fanilly's face. She'd never met a hundi before! She'd heard stories of their noble conduct in battle, of their coming of age journeys... realizing how she must look, Fanilly flushed in embarrassment and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Ah. Yes," she began, "Er, you will be very valuable in the upcoming attack, thank you. Take a position at the front, as we will be using our shielded knights to defend the others in the upcoming charge."

She took another deep breath, only to have one of the others approach her. This one... that tall, thin frame and beaked masked were admittedly disconcerting, but Fanilly reminded herself with an admonishing tone that he meant no harm. Those with magic were not always able attend to the injured, and therefore the assistance of a medical expert such as himself was quite valued.

"No, I think not, thankfully," the small blonde replied, glancing over the Iron Roses once more. Admittedly it was not as if she was able to make a proper investigation, but she believed no serious injury had occurred. The poor farmer who had been so callously used as bait was currently already being tended to, thank the moonlight.

Ah... another she recognized, though not so well. Gillian, Fanilly recalled. He was the dedicated sort for certain. The young girl gave him a nod.

"Thank you, Sir Gillian."

With a nod to Sir Garret, Fanilly swiftly addressed her division as a whole.

"It's time to move out!" she called. "Shielded knights in front, archers at the back. If they spot us before we can attack, form a defensive wall and fire a volley of arrows into the camp!"

Fanilly heart wavered. Was she making the right decisions?

As she began to move out with her knights, the young girl realized that she'd only know once the fighting began. For now...

These bandits had killed the innocent without mercy. And so, they would taste the blades of Iron Roses.