[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

The skirmish was over.  The bandits weren't just defeated, they were crushed.  Most were dead and strewn on the ground, and the few that lived would no doubt hang for the depravities they committed.  Looking over the battlefield, Fleuri wasn't seeing any casualties among the knights, thank Reon, just fallen bandits.  [i]To spring an ambush blindly without knowing what they're up against, and committing to a skirmish with the Iron Roses.  How ever did these fools ever defeat a group of Thaln's soldiers?[/i]  To Fleuri's relief, he hadn't seen any of them escaping- if any of them got back to warn the camp, the rest of them would be able to scatter like roaches into the dense forest.

Speaking of which, Fleuri needed to get his prisoner to the wagon as per the captain's orders.  First, however, he would need to disarm him.  Fleuri pulled a dagger from a sheath hanging from the man's belt and tossed it aside, then briefly patted down the prone brigand, checking for any weapons concealed in his cuffs or boots.  Finding nothing else, he grabbed the bandit by the back of his leather armor and pulled him to his feet.

"Quietly.  No sudden moves, or I'll take your head off," he sternly warned the man, directing him to the cart.  The man complied, slowly trudging along as his captor demanded.  There was no doubt that the man would hang.  These bandits had killed innocents and royal soldiers alike, and intended to kill whoever sprung their roadside trap.  Unlike the murderer in front of him, however, Fleuri found it distasteful to shoot or stab a fleeing man in the back, as fitting and deserved an end as it would be for someone that did it for a living.

"I got one that needs tying up," he announced, handing the man over to a knight who was helping to bind the captives.  Glancing around, he noticed seemed that some of the other knights had wasted no time in interrogating the captives.  Fleuri saw one of them being worked over by the Larette woman and Sir Reynaud, one of the order's Living Reliquaries.  He himself was unsure that it would yield anything useful.  The bandits seemed outmatched enough that it seemed doubtful that they could produce useful information, and even if they did, Fleuri would rather not place any trust in the words of a knave.

Regardless, he approached the two knights, curious to see how the interrogation would play out.  He said nothing, merely observing, while silently waiting for the Captain's orders to resume advancing on the camp.  The sooner they begin to lay their trap to surround the bandits, the better chance the knights would have at catching them off-guard and preventing their escape.

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