Fanilly coughed as she clutched at her throat. Immediately, her spot fighting the massive figure that was Bandit King Jeremiah was taken by Sir Gerard and Sir Fionn, swiftly taking the injured brigand's attention away from her entirely. Her dagger was still in her hand... she'd not done so intentionally, but the fact the wound wasn't stopped by the blade would mean that Jeremiah was still bleeding.

He'd killed Sir Rickert... but he wouldn't take any more lives. Not today. She just had to catch her breath, she couldn't let herself fail again, she had to rise and help as swiftly as possible...!

There were bruises on her neck, but with her heart hammering and her veins burning, the petite Knight-Captain wasn't focusing on the tenderness and lingering pain.

She had to help.

To prevent another life being taken by the monstrous figure that was Jeremiah.

"So you're the fools who follow that wretched little bitch?!"

Jeremiah snarled. Even one-handed, his command of the enormous blade was impressive, twisting his wrist as he used its flat like a shield and ran it across his front to deflect the incoming blows. But as he shifted, twisting his body, metal on metal ringing out, it was clear he was struggling. Certainly, his shield-like usage of his enormous sword allowed him to defend even his leg from Sir Gerard's blow, but he was forced to take a step back, forced to take up the defensive instead of the offensive he most clearly desired.

His lack of armor didn't equip him to maintain this for long.

And certainly, he wasn't ready for Fanilly to suddenly rush in from his right side, darting around her knights and forcing him to defend with a sharp thrust towards his side, metal on metal singing once again.

She had him occupied, she had forced him to focus on her again! Could he recover fast enough to attack, or defend from the other knights...?!

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