With the last of the opposing force finally falling to the ground dead, Tiral let out a sigh of relief as he and the other knights finally stopped their onslaught. The fight itself wasn't as clean as he would have liked, of course, but if there was anything he had learned as the de facto strategist of the team, it was that things [i]never[/i] went according to plan. Brushing off some of the dust on his armor, the mage glanced over at the healer he had scolded earlier, who had decided that she would tend to the wounded on the frontlines. With the battle over (or so it seemed), that was likely for the better.

The knight that the young girl was tending to had better days behind him, but at the very least the wound at hand didn't seem anything too impossible to fix. The drying blood, in his experiences, though, was never a good thing. Without a second though, Tiral pointed at the ground next to the girl with his dagger and created a small bowl of ice before filling it with warm water. Of course, tending to more wounds elsewhere was the healer's job, not his; there were more problematic matters at hand.

As soon as he had finished filling the bowl, though, the momentary glimpse of another explosion coming from where the initial blast of magic that he had deflected had originated from caused Tiral to grip the reins of his horse tightly. Things weren't quite as over as they seemed, at the very least.

"I'll go check the issue out. The rest of you, regroup with the Captain and survey the area for anything else that might be an issue," he stated, quickly riding off to go check the area out himself.

Deliberately choosing to avoid cutting through the battlefield filled with dead orcs, Tiral took a tad longer than he would have liked to reach the area in question. Seeing that Indrau was only now picking up his weapon off the ground, the mage-knight quickly came to the assumption that it had weakened the strength of the magic somewhat—more of an issue, all things considered.

"Sir Indrau! I moved as soon as I saw the explosion over on the wayside. What was the cause?" he asked, dismounting from his horse before walking over to the decimated remains of a tree and staring at them. "Anything left of whatever caused this?"