[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe was only just behind Jarde, stepping [i]through[/i] the flames with nothing more than a snort of derision and her armour melting away--as she had called out, there was no point in blocking; that went just as much for her attempts to have her armour take any blows. Better to be a smaller and more agile target in this case.

Jeremiah had proved that he was a talker, though, and that suited her fine--it would buy a few moments for the captain to get her throat back and anyone else who wanted to catch up. "Death of the Iron Roses? Some~one's~ cocky~"

"Even if you could get everyone else, captain and knight and alchemist and mage, you're just a brute with a sword! Dragons, giants, trolls, armies of the living and the dead... if none of them could stop me, you're not going to, Jerry~"

There was a moment to take in the red eyes--vibrantly glowing, visible even with the backlit flames--and then Tyaethe's patience for waiting ran out. Everyone else had better be in position, ready to kill him. An inhuman burst of speed to get behind Jeremiah, and then an arcing overhead slash... how well could he defend against the basics, she wondered, if he was being pressed from all sides? Surely he had more to go on than brute strength?

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