Fanilly didn't see what happened. Her view was entirely taken up by Sult, who had guarded her at first, then covered her eyes. Initially, Fanilly didn't understand why. What had happened? Besides, she was the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. To shy away from the deaths of those who hurt the innocent... it wasn't something such a person should do, was it? And then, after speaking about giving a report, Sult released her.

"I... very well..."

Fanilly had heard the thunderclap, but hadn't realized what had caused it until she saw the aftermath. The gaping hole that pierced clear through Jeremiah's body was still smoking, even as Tyaethe lifted the corpse up and tossed it over the log, to show the bandits what had become of their leader.

Moments later, any of them that remained fighting were in their knees in surrender. Fanilly took a deep breath. It had quickly become clear to her what had happened here. On their own, the bandits were weak and unskilled. But with Jeremiah as their leader, he had bolstered their wills. The whole time all he thought of was killing the Iron Rose Knights, however, and when he finally had a chance at his goal he abandoned them to whatever fate they would meet.

In the end, however, he perished at the hands of the order he had sought to destroy.

As she turned to give a report, she heard Tyaethe tell her not to send her away again.

"... I am sorry, but I had believed your expertise would lead your flank to victory," she said, after a moment's pause. The memory of Jeremiah's hand around her through was still in her mind. But for now she had another duty to fulfill.

Striding towards the now-frozen log, she spotted one of the areas that had melted. Placing her hands upon it, she pulled herself up and got her feet under herself, standing where she could be seen fully.

"We have met victory. These criminals have either been slain, or subdued, and will never hurt another innocent again," she began, "Well done, Iron Roses. But first..."

She glanced towards the faint Marianne, and the clearly-hurt and worn out Tiral.

"I need a report from each flank leader I have not already spoken to, and we must arrange transport for the wounded in order to return home."

Fanilly knew at least one soldier had died, but she could not be certain if any others hand. She felt a pang of sorrow at the thought of the man who had been sliced in half, and the potential fates of others if they had perished, but felt hopeful that Jeremiah's victim was the only casualty. No-one aligned with the Roses should have died here, but hopefully it was only one man. Especially among the knights.