Luna sneared.  Too many were dying.  Her plan, whatever it may have been, had obviously failed.  Well, the saying was "Plans don't live past first contact with the enemy".  And then... There was this presence in her mind.  A voice. She gripped her weapon before taking a small breath.  No, she needed to keep her head.  "Men!  Hold these six off, use them as shields against their arrows.  Kill them and none of you die."  That was a command.  Luna stabbed at the closest bandit to her before pulling the blade out and heading towards where the enemy reinforcements were coming from.  "I'll win, on my terms."  

The Knightess passed the, unbeknownst to her, sole surviving soldier from Niall's squad and run towards the biggest group of bandits coming at her.  There were no other allied targets in the way now so she could go all out.  "Watch as my sword of light tears you asunder!"  Luna exclaimed as she charged at the bandits.  She sheathed her sword and in her hands, appeared a large sword of light.  It looked to be about as tall as she was and rather thick.  Despite that, she seemed to wield it with ease.  Her blade swung forward as she were closing into the group and she swung it in a confident attempt to bisect as many as she could.  She couldn't keep this weapon up for too long, but she should be able to keep it up long enough without exhausting herself too much.