The battle was, as expected, an unequivocally a one sided curbstomp in the favor of the Iron Rose knights. Fighting alongside Larette and Forina, and several other of their fellow knights in that part of the small battlefield, Narcissa had made short work of her enemies. She frowned as she finished off the last of the injured bandits, spearing the man in the heart before pulling out her bloodied lance and wiping it on the side of the man’s rough spun tunic. Like Forina, she gave kicks and prods at the bodies she passed, nudging them with her lance to see if any survivors remained. Regardless of their state of injury, they were lanced, a mercy to the dying, and to Narcissa, a mercy nonetheless even if they were not. 

[b]“I agree,”[/b] she nodded at the redhaired knight. [b]“It would be faster by far to simply save one and execute the remainder, lest we be caught with our pants down again bringing these prisoners back to camp. Our baggage train is already strained by the conditions to begin with,”[/b] Narcissa frowned, giving consideration to how far ahead they had traveled ahead of their supplies and retinue. “One is more than enough to get information out of.” This was even if their captain criminally neglected to properly interrogate them, but with a glance back at another one of the prisoners, it seemed her other redheaded comrade in arms was already on top of it and pressing the man with a proper questioning. 

Although Narcissa couldn’t warrant it –they were just ragtag bandits that had been lucky up until now, after all—she still felt odd about the entire situation. Something felt off, as if there was more to the entire occasion, but there was nothing now that gave rise to any additional caution. She shrugged, cleaning the now drying blood off the tip of her lance. 
[b]
“We should get moving. We can’t be sure if we caught all of the bandits, so the sooner we get to their camp before they have sufficient time to prepare, the better.”[/b]