Tiral took a moment to notice that it was, in fact, the Captain that was under assault by the enemy behind the tree before nodding. If it truly was the Captain, then there was even more reason not to dally any longer. With a nod, Tiral drew his sword and turned to the men behind himself.

"Spread the word! We are to clear the camp before aiding the other companies! Do NOT, under any circumstances, rush in recklessly; by abandoning your fellow knights, you open them up to just as much danger as the captain is in now! Clear this section of the camp, then push through to defend the log!" he barked, to which the men responded with a quick "Yes, sir!" and a salute before rushing off.

"Damn... No holds barred now, huh? Was this a desperation attack or something...? Damn. Well, regardless, we've no more time to waste!" Tiral swore to himself before following close behind Marianne. Throwing himself back into the fray alone was suicidal at best, but at the very least he act as support for someone more competent than he was.

His fellow knight's prowess with a blade was somewhat entrancing, but the ice mage had better things to watch than the blood of his enemies stain that shining blade. Matching her pace as best he could, Tiral continued chanting and firing off icicles towards whatever bandits were too far out of her range to easily assault, or those who were locked in combat with the other knights.

"My apologies for following, madam, but it was the easiest way to move ahead. If we can push our way through the remaining defenses and hold out for a few minutes, I may be able to douse the flame long enough to facilitate a cleaner rescue. Do you mind?"

The request was punctuated with another icicle shot toward a bandit about to swing down upon another knight's head, to which the rescued knight responded with some sort of prayer.

...

"Seriously, I'm NOT an agent of the goddess! Why do so many people here think that?!"