Fanilly watched as the hulking man's arm continued to stream blood. How deep had she managed to get him? The injury was more serious then she'd initially suspected.

"You... little bitch!" he snarled, raising his sword to advance on her. Fanilly's heart felt like it would burst out of her chest, but she adjusted her footing, ready to dodge when he started to swing, eyes on the motion of his sword!

Then... a nearly inhuman cry of fury from the right. Jeremiah looked up just in time to block an enormous sword, the sheer force of the blow making him stagger, stumbling back as he did. Tyaethe had made it over the burning tree?! Fanilly could see embers caught in her plate, her scarf smouldering as she slammed her blade into the Man-Slayer's. Even as she watched this spectacle, she suddenly felt arms around her, pulling her up and against... another girl? Fanilly swiftly recognized her protector as Sult... and despite the situation, couldn't help but feel a sensation of embarrassment. Cute? Was this really the time for that sort of thing? It couldn't be.

And... then Sult talked about the hulking man's abs, and how it was unfortunate he was such a terrible man.

For a few moments, Fanilly was pulled from the battle. She could only look up at the older girl, incredulous, at the comment she had made.

"... Wh... what?"

Of course, he attention was once again taken as the burning debris sailed towards the fake Bandit King. He caught site of it just in time to raise his still-bleeding arm into the way... and there was a sizzle of burning flesh. Even if the debris had not met its mark, it had done its damage. Burned and bleeding, one of the huge man's arms was, while not incapable of moving, unusable in a fight. Still, one handed, he managed to deflect the next attack from Garret and stagger back.

He wasn't backing down.

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The bandits were in bad shape. Less the a hundred of them remained, and most of the survivors were wavering. The shrinking crowd was condensed towards the middle of the camp, and the charge sent several to their knees in surrender. The remaining bandits that were attempting to fight were largely doing so due to the fact that there was no escape for them.

But there were murderers, all of them, and had only brought this upon themselves.