[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/K3XcSwZ.png[/img][/center][hr][hr] With Aria quickly briefing the nameless knights that had accompanied their flanking force, Fanilly had given the signal to attack. Just in time, too; Aria had just managed to finish giving her troops the basic plan. Act defensive and form a shield wall that would slowly choke out the enemies. Without a doubt, the other groups would have raised hell with their relentless aggression. Such a move would force enemies back towards the "safest" path. They would only end up with Aria. With a platoon of spearmen and swordsmen who bore shields slowly advancing, they were to crush the enemy. Of course, Aria [i]couldn't[/i] let all of the glory go to those fools on the other sides. With the greatsword knight clearing a barricade of wooden spikes (really, if they were to be felled by a simple sword, they would have to be constructed horribly), she charged into the fray. Not dead ahead, of course. That would only scare any fleeing bandit into biting back. No, rats should never be cornered. They should always have a way out. The trick, of course, was making that way out a guillotine. Aria would act not as the guillotine, but as a funnel to let those cowards enter her men. Of course, she remained close enough to stop any attempts of the Bandit King fleeing. With her spear at the ready and her shield on her back, she began to strike at the woefully unprepared bandits. Instantly, she was outnumbered. The fearful bandits fought back. Aria was much too experienced to be felled by petty strikes. Carefully moving in order to never be surrounded, she lead the bandits to have to push slightly too forward to attack well. Each sword they swung was dodged by a hair's breadth. Aria's movements weren't normal; they weren't that of a soldier. No, they were more akin to someone dancing on the battlefield. If any bandit had made a mistake, they would be instantly rebuked by a thrust of her spear. No attempt to block could be made; even the strongest steel that her foes could have possessed were unable to stop a simple thrust. She simply ended those who were nearby. There was no brutish strength in her actions; every single ounce of her movement were precise and performed to the nines.