Already--[I]already[/i] the plan to creep through eliminating everything on the way had been scuppered by inconvenient guards. Fine, there was no time to deal with the inexplicable Reonite presence in the graveyard tonight, the knights would just have to cut their way through to the rescue and then fight their way out. That was Tyaethe's plan, at least--everyone else could take their time and methodically chew through the guards.

Her attitude to the admirable problem of having guards in the way was masterfully exemplified by making an attack, not even caring if it actually cut him or he dodged, and continuing to barrel for the stairs without concern for such things as gravity or running down them. It was an impressive bound down the lot of them, considering there was a landing halfway.

That was about when she made it clear that, outside of the armour, she was quite acrobatically capable, pushing off with the flat of her blade and landing the right way at the absolute bottom of the stairs. Of [I]course[/I] there were more guards but that wasn't going to appreciably stem her assault; anyone that wanted to engage in combat would need to come within the reach of that enormous swinging blade. Anyone that didn't come within reach, or backed off to avoid the attack, was going to have a hell of a time hitting such a small target at full pelt.

The mausoleum contained a necromancer and a hostage. The captain was safe due to their numbers and that made those two all that mattered in this, not hacking her way [I]in[/I].

Thus, for once, Tyaethe's wake was remarkably light on bloodshed.