While the Knights surged forth, an unbreakable wave of steel and skill, Elodie made a quick assessment: this was literally just a waste of time. The Bandit King couldn't have been dumb enough to have challenged the Iron Rose Knights and then expected them NOT to have come; these ignorant savages were most likely just a convenient detection system for him, and the time they spent cleaning up the suicidal filth here was simply more time for the main bandit camp to prepare themselves. String up the hostages, man their artillery, ready their rituals, all that cute stuff.

Shoulda mounted a cavalry charge instead. Was it too late for their dear young Captain to order a magical bombardment?

With the battle practically won before it even began, Elodie took her time surveying the battlefield instead, the shoddy arrows of the enemy falling short of her own position. She picked a few of them off the ground, twisting off steel arrowheads and putting them in a small pouch as the artificer watched her bloodthirsty brethren rip apart the bandits like a scythe through wheat. Well, except for one. Rolling her eyes at the vampire knight's decision-making, Elodie pulled her goggles over her eyes, hopped off her mare, and ran over to Tyaethe. She stopped beside the ancient warrior, checked the state of the bleeding man, and then said, rather flatly, [b]"Hell you doing here? Plenty o blood to be had in the fight, leechgirl. Put your sword to good use."[/b]

Elodie was the one that had the kits for taking care of injuries, after all. God knows why a monstrous knight would deign to play the role of a healer here. Pulling the injured man closer to the toppled cart, the artificer began her own work, forcing tonics into his mouth while properly cleaning and dressing his wound. She wasn't concerned, not really, that a bandit would find their way here. After all, to do so, they'd have to go through a veritable storm of steel.

And if they actually made it through, she could just shittalk the entire group about it after.
[@Raineh Daze]