Sult bit her lip as she struggled to her feet, watching the events unfold before her eyes. Fanilly was fighting valiantly, but there was so much one could do against the raw strength of the marauder. Stopping for a moment to admire the chiselled, yet monstrous physique, she wondered if the bandit was half a giant, before assuming a combat stance. That had been too close, Fanilly was gasping for air in the ground, before the mighty bandit. She did not hesitate in jumping to her position, clutching the younger captain against her body, and steeling herself with her shield raised.

"Well done, my cute captain." She added, trying to instill reassurance as the Immortal made her important entry, like a maddened force of nature, roaring against the bandit. Sult rolled her eyes as she witnessed the scene unfold... and for a moment she even forgot her captain was in her arms, within earshot.

"Why must you be so crooked with such nice abs, bandit king?" She sighed. "Then again, i was born under a new moon." Her movements shifted as she sheather her own blade, and with Fanilly still in tow, grabbed one of the embers that were coming off the big tree.

Only to toss it at the ugly and confident bandit king's face.

[i]This will have to do for now. Like hell i am getting between Tyaethe and that beast of a man.[/i]