As Allanon drew closer, Kistal drew the spear out of the shielded warrior with a sickening crack, flicking the blood off with a small flourish. He let out a haunting, rumbling laugh as he closed in on the few surviving bandits. "The bell tolls as the die rolls. Each speaks to your plight. Neither flight nor fright will preserve your life. I am here to fill the world with strife." He fell silent as he stalked off to the side of one more bandit. He opted not to give the blinded man any pause and casually impaled him on the spear, leaving it there as he suddenly darted behind the group to attack from a new angle. The next target experienced a worse fate as Kistal kicked him into the air, letting him fall onto his horns with a sickening crack before being flung off to the side.

The satyr saw Allanon arrive right after the gruesome display. "Ah yes, the cavalry has arrived. Welcome to the killing floor, my friend. Let's make some bloody fine art!" He pulled the spear out of the nearby bandit with a twisting dance before literally skipping over to be beside his ally.

Hilde and the others took the frontline, but Chihiro made magic course through her body, enhancing her speed, strength, and endurance far beyond that of her companions. She used this to dart behind some nearby tents and practically appear out of thin air on the flank of the back lines. The first bandit had no time to react before the naga was upon him. "None of you deserve my redemption." To any who knew what that meant, it would surprise them. Her order normally offered redemption before attacking. For them to forgo that meant that the inquisitor deemed them unable to be redeemed and only worth destruction.

Chihiro's next move was to begin her dance of death. With ample twists, turns, graceful lopes between foes, and swift slashes, she flitted across the back line, cutting a bloody swath with her bladed fans. Her targets fell one by one, some seeming to almost be stuck standing for a second before their bodies seemed to catch up with the fatal strikes. The deaths were swift, mostly throats cut or hearts pierced, the blood flying freely and coating the sands in intricate swirling patterns. Surprisingly, given she just destroyed the backline in a few seconds, Chihiro did not have a speck of blood on her or her weapons as she came out on the opposite flank, looking over to her allies and giving a wink. "Back line is clear, my darlings!"