[h2]Lilianna Belwiss[/h2]

All power and no finesse, combined with suicidal recklessness? Were this a duel, it would be criminal to not call it off after inflicting a minor scratch to bruise her opponent's ego. Yet a duel was not the same as a battlefield and no such mercy could be spared for her foes. The first to get in range found their clumsy attempt at a strike going wide and her legs collapsing beneath; Lilianna's first strikes had severed tendons and left her ultimately harmless for other knights in the back lines to finish off at their leisure.

The second fighter could be considered to have a better time of it--if only because Lilianna wasn't ready with an incapacitating blow handy and staying to pick a target within range of massive hammers would be a one-way trip to the morgue. Of course, simply bleeding an opponent dry through dashing in to inflict minor cut after minor cut should eventually wear the enemy down... but even simple adrenaline meant that her injuries seemed to do nothing.

The fencer simply went for a more economical approach, using footwork to draw the heedless enemy back into the ranks--and letting numerous blows from behind deal with the matter. Honestly, attacking the Knights without a numerical advantage?

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[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Walking for days without rest was a good way to travel, faster even than by horse and certainly faster than a group that needed to bring supplies for the journey along with them. It gave all the time in the world to hunt down cultists as they rested, to follow any caught out but nevertheless taking the wise idea to run--and to find out that there were others here, doing the same thing even before the Iron Roses had been drafted into the plans of nobility. At least it would mean a swift conclusion to the hunt, once the last remnants were defeated.

So it was that those looking up might notice a figure moving behind the archers, caked in shining red and dry brown. Syrupy liquid slithered down from a raised sword--and all raising one question: where had all the blood come from? An answer that came with a wordless roar, the massive sword swinging down through a defenceless cultist like paper, the paladin stepping forward into the spray before they had even fallen and smashing her shield against another to send her tumbling down into the canyon below.

The ambushers, themselves, had been caught from behind and were now doomed to be ground to dust below whilst those unprepared for a sudden melee got to be lambs to the slaughter.