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She got a glancing blow all things considered. She had been hoping to at least put it out quickly, but things rarely went as expected on the battlefield. A she'd easily land on her feet, Cecil sighed. She was feeling a bit tired, all things considered, and there was very little need for her at the moment. A brief respite as the battle around her started to otherwise die down was just fine. She had did her job as well as one could expect, so slacking off a bit now was fine.

[color=598527]"...man, this fight was a mess." [/color]Cecil grunted to no one in particular.

[b][i]"A griffin is a mighty fine prize. I am not surprised they didn't wish to miss the opportunity."[/i][/b]

Cecil didn't respond to Shael, only planting her bow into the ground and leaning on it, a keen eye mostly keeping out for surprises.

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And appreciate their doom was all they could do. The bandits that had engaged Tyaethe were quickly realized that this singular paladin, this little girl, was completely outclassing them in every single way despite their number advantage. The one with the shield watched in terror as the entire thing was simply stopped by a mana fueled fist right to its dent the thick steel of the shield. Felt like his own arm had broken two from the impact.

As Tyaethe's sword came down, he'd brace himself once more against the blow realizing only too late, that was an incredibly bad idea. Dwarven steel and supernatural strength cleaved right through the armor, a deep gash carved onto his chest as his forearm was completely severed. Blood oozed from the wounds, splattering the ground as he'd fall backwards.

And as Jeremiah fell, the remaining bandits, if there had even been any had already decided to cut their losses and choose desertion and flight over facing any sort of justice at the hands of the Roses.