[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/K3XcSwZ.png[/img][/center][@VitaVitaAR][hr][hr] [i]Phew.[/i] Her sigh was that of relief. Atop a definite mess of corpses stood the blood-covered Aria. Fighting so many bandits at once wasn't difficult. It was really more like child's play; a slaughter more than a battle, really. Acting as the vanguard against a retreating force was always brutal on one's stamina. There was no time for rest; only a constantly stream of goons that one had to fend off. For a veteran such as Aria, she could fight on. However, by the sounds of the loud explosion and all of the battle cries and cheers, it was over. The bandits were thoroughly crushed. Those lucky enough to not by crushed by the slow advance of spears had thrown down their arms. Their deaths would wait for the capital. With a great big stretch, she ascertained the men under her wing. They were fine. Mostly. Their armour protected them from the brunt of flying arrows and shattered steel. Save for one man who was temporarily blinded from blood splatter and a few cuts and bruises, they suffered no injuries. Well, it was more or less time to report to their leader. The carnage of where the bandit king had perished was considerably worse than elsewhere. Elodie sure must have done a number on that massive corpse... Not to mention that tree! A burning tree fell during the middle of a fight. Nearby the tree lay the corpse of the knight split in twain. Shame. Walking up to Fanilly, Aria gave her report. It was only the basics. No casualties, the bandits were unable to break through, not much else. With a whistle and a gesture, she called over one of the knights that she was in charge of. She curtly asked of him to gather a cart and blankets. She punctuated it with one final question to Fanilly. [color=C57467]"What was his name?"[/color]