[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

He only heard Fanilly's cry of triumph as he was running a bandit through. Judging by the reactions of those before him, it seemed it wasn't a lie. So their new captain had steel in her after all. Good. Still, that just left the matter of what to do with this lot...

Renar's musings were cut off by the majority of the bandits losing heart and throwing their weapons down, with very few having the presence of mind to either go down fighting or retreat. The ones in front of him were all surrendering, though. Renar regarded these kneeling men with some measure of disgust, mixed with pity. Didn't the fools realize they were just delaying the hour of their death? Men like these would receive nothing more in judgement than hanging. Retreat was a far more sensible option than kneeling. 

The bastard of Brias looked down at the men before him, aware that he wouldn't be able to handle this how he would like to. It would be a mercy to simply kill these men right here, but most of his fellow knights wouldn't understand. Instead, he planted the haft of his poleaxe into the dirt, raising his voice. 

[color=ff5000][b]"If any of you wish to die now, come forward. I can assure you, it will be quicker and more merciful than hanging."[/b][/color] 

Plus, it would mean less warm bodies to transport, contain, and feed during the trip back to the capital. A win-win, really.