[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Damn it! Iraleth grit her teeth and turned the blows of the risen bandits aside with more difficulty than she had previously, her retaliatory punch simply sliding off the Personal Barrier granted by the Ethos bearer reanimating these men. A disgusting Ethos, used by a repulsive, slaving bandit. It fit, of course. She just wished it wasn't quite so effective at creating abominations far removed from the light of Astra. 

The half-elf redoubled her efforts, placing yet more force into each swing of her sword as she met the increased aggression from the fallen bandits with greater fervor of her own. Once more, her thoughts unknowingly ran parallel to Otis's: if she couldn't slay the bandits outright, she could at least target their weaponry. 

A smashing strike from the flat of her blade split a club open. A second bandit had his dagger disarmed with a quick flick of the paladin's sword, the light blade kicked away into the distance. She outright ripped an axe out of the hands of its wielder, smashing it against a Personal Barrier over and over with such force that it was possible she might actually shatter it.