Having been comparatively silent the rest of the ride over, Tiral simply glanced towards the other knights every so often to confirm their status. A silent ambush en route to their target location would be more than a simple setback, and avoiding that sort of situation was worth the precaution; doubly so given their enemy's forces and capabilities.

Once they had arrived and the Witch spoke, though, Tiral simply pointed his dagger at the enemies standing in their path before firing off a salvo of icicles.

"Save your words. The babbling of a maniac like you doesn't warrant respect."

It need not be said that the mage-knight was still particularly irritated about everything that had transpired thus far; from manipulation to deceit to foll-blown assassination, all without a proper goal...

To be frank, the sooner that she was bleeding out on the ground, the better.