The sound of soldiers rushing into battle from the other side of the camp gave Tiral enough notice to know that the attack had begun. Nodding, the mage raised his right arm as the archers took aim at the lookouts that were now scrambling around their posts for weapons. With a cry, Tiral brought his arm down to point at the camp.

"Fire!"

The arrows whizzed through the air as they met their targets head-on, bringing the men to their final resting place as the rest of his men began to move forward. Tiral, too, began to move amongst them as he began chanting under his breath. That rudimentary defense would be gone soon enough.

"O, water of this land, bring rightful vengeance upon those who have defied thine own will. Freeze that in front of us, and let it shatter into dust--!"

Pulling the dagger out of its hiding place mid-cast, Tiral drew a line in the air across his field of vision as water immediately coated the wooden barricades in front of them before freezing over. The ice soon began to crack, and Tiral sheathed his tool at once, biting his lip to keep himself up.

"Now!"

The frozen barricades cracked more and more, until they finally gave enough to give out. With the entire rear flank open, Tiral and those knights with him charged into battle, quickly moving to take care of those bandits who had been too slow to ready themselves... And, well, those that had, as well.

"Quickly! Before they can regroup!"

The bandit camp was now in chaos, which let Tiral take a deep breath as he attempted to look at the situation. The bandits were...

Well, fairly unprepared, clearly enough, but the level of disarray that he saw here was kind of... Absurd. Regardless, letting his guard down in combat would be a death sentence. Didn't mean that he didn't have to take a bit of time to let his body recover, though...