[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Oh, they had a healer around for once. She had entirely forgotten; it was rare enough to have knights with any magical ability beyond the straightforward "pick an enemy to set on fire" option, let alone one competent at something such as [i]healing.[/i] It was like those that had the ability to heal injuries were somewhat reluctant to attach themselves to the kingdom's most efficient source of rapid-response dismemberment. Not that Tyaethe was going to [i]complain,[/i] it definitely freed her up even more than the artificer coming along...

"Like I would lower myself to feeding on bandits," the child sniffed, but Elodie had a point--and, at that, one of their newest knights had somehow managed to get in a pickle. With [i]bandits.[/i] Honestly, it was pathetic, but Jarde might need help if left to get more surrounded.

With both hands on her sword, Tyaethe took the most dangerous and direct route to the very forefront of the conflict, even though it was by this stage certainly winding down: run straight ahead. The ease of it seemed almost comical, as if fate itself was looking out for her rather than awareness--but there was a slight hesitation before taking a step, slightly veering to one side to let a bolt pass, lowering her head as friendly magic passed into a bandit. 

And then the flash of white was behind Jarde's opposition, blade swinging from ankle to shoulder and leaving two of the bandits in rather more pieces than the human body ought to be--and a light shove to push the third forward, into his range and completely exposed.

[@PaulHaynek]