Soon enough, the knights had been divided among the flanks, assembling themselves with a relatively even distribution. A contingent of footmen had been left behind to watch the supplies and prisoners, naturally, but aside from that everyone had been made ready for the assault. And so, the Iron Rose Knights advanced. As they did, Fanilly took stock of what she knew of the enemy camp. The fact that there were prisoners meant that using archers to soften up the camp was far too risky. There was a chance that a stray shot could kill an innocent person, and that was something she couldn't accept. Even though they had crushed the attempted ambush, and then the sentries quit shortly afterwards, the young girl couldn't help but feel her heartbeat hammering in her chest. The spikes surrounding the camp were of little issue to an attack on-foot. Dismounting because of the thickness of the forest also meant that the spikes were significantly reduced in their threat. Fanilly had to do her best to calm herself as much as she she possibly could. It wouldn't do for the captain to panic like this. She'd decided to solve the issue of commanding the charge by assigning magi in the backline to send up a set of flares. That seemed like the wisest way to do so, and would still be quick enough that the unsuspecting bandits would not be able to respond adequately. In total, the Iron Rose Knights numbered three hundred and fifty, without counting their footmen. The bandits were likely a somewhat greater number, but at the same time they lacked equipment and training, as well as armor. The greatest threat remained the Bandit King himself. It was not much longer until they could even glimpse the camp through the trees as they moved into position. There was a roaring bonfire. Hundreds of men and women clustered all about the camp, entering and exiting makeshift shelters. Their arms and armor resembled the bandits they had encountered before. A few crossbows, some items clearly taken from the King's Men, but aside from that they were hardly very impressive. "On my mark..." Fanilly began. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She could see some of the bandits cleaning blood from their weapons and armor. The blood of innocent people. They had to be brought to justice. And the Iron Rose Knights would be the ones to do it. The shield-bearers moved forward, creating a mobile defensive wall at the head of the charge. As they did, Fanilly noticed a makeshift wooden throne towards the center of the bandit camp. It was empty. She took a deep breath, hand on the hilt of her sheathed blade. And then she drew it, edge slicing through the air as she thrust it skyward. "[i]ENAN UO ILSIR[/i]!" she cried, the old words meaning 'For Justice's Sake' leaving her lips. Just as they had done many a captain's. "CHARGE!" The stunned bandits leaped to their feet, as the magi sent off their signals. In moments, the knights fell upon them. The attack on the camp had begun. [@HereComesTheSnow][@Raineh Daze][@Asuras][@jdh97][@Psyker Landshark][@Click This][@OwO][@Animal][@TheFake][@ERode][@Crimson Paladin][@ghastlyinc][@PaulHaynek]