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Amidst the chaos of combat, the metal mage seemed to have little time to react to the sudden onslaught of attacks. From Eirún's wind slash, to Aslan's bolt and the sudden appearance of a blue-haired woman, dashing towards the stunned mage knight and striking at him with a frightening precise slash towards the back of his ankles and legs. Succumbing to the amount of wounds, the metal mage fell on the ground, bleeding out in a matter of seconds.

Quickly scouring the battlefield, Eirún was quick to notice the other members, including the unexpected new allies, already finishing the remaining enemies. The barbarian woman's sheer might was almost terrifying to watch as she jumped towards one of the remaining knights, lifting him up from the ground almost as if he was nothing before striking him with enough force to send his body flying away, obscured by the amount of snow caused by such a violent strike. In another hand, Nika's exclamations as he and Siegfried fought against the silent knight quickly told that there was clearly something more to him than just being a taciturn, silent and skilled enemy... The answer soon came as the magekiller shouted after finally putting that abomination to rest. A reanimated dead body. The very thought was enough to fill Eirún with disgust, another reminder that the mage king and his pawns had no respect even for the natural course of life and death.

Surprisingly enough, the mage knight that was the victim of the barbarian woman's fists was somehow still alive. Probably in a world of pain but clearly breathing as it became clear when she looked towards his unconscious body. Unlike the remaining mage knight, not much was needed to know the other enemies were already gone. With the silent knight immobilized, Brigitte plunged her rimeglass blade deep within it's chest, likely hitting whatever it was that made the revolting construct move. The act wasn't a clean one, instead filling Eirún with disgust, as she felt the need to look away as Brigitte unbuckled it's armor, revealing the torn torso that was under the armor, before landing the finishing blow. From the remaining knights' bodies, motes of raw aura could be seen being dispersed, a sight that was definitely more pleasant to Eirún than watching the undead knight being put down.

With the battle finally over, at least for now, Eirún's posture clearly relaxed as he used the tip of her blade to support some of her weight to rest. There were quite a few unknown faces around them, but the fact that they had helped them to fight against the mage king's knights did make them their allies. Even if temporarily. Eirún herself was about to rip a strip of cloth from her clothes to use as a makeshift bandage, when she saw a white haired man coming out from the bushes, likely the one responsible for the stray shots that had helped them through the fight. Truth be told, Eirún didn't fully trust him. The way he talked seemed to be too similar to the shady, silver-tongued types she had met a few times while doing mercenary work... With that said, she was still wounded from the metal shrapnel conjured by the mage. Her thigh in particular could use some proper care... The other new faces didn't appear to be as shady as the 'doctor' though. The barbarian woman had clearly shown which side she stood on and her reasons to fight with just the sheer ferocity she fought against the mage knights. In another hand, the horned woman and her blue-haired companion were still a bit of an enigma. The former one didn't seem to be dangerous... unlike her companion. 

Scanning the new faces with a wary expression, Eirún glanced towards Brigitte as she considered accepting Soren's offer, almost as if silently asking if they should trust them or not. When asked by Nika if she was okay, Eirún simply nodded, picking-up her blade and resting it on her shoulder again, being careful to keep her weight off her wounded leg. While the gash on her side was also bleeding, a single look was more than enough for Nika to know that the wound on her thigh would be more of a problem for her than the other one. As she had proven before, she was far from being defenseless, but considering the discreet reaction she made, wincing whenever she put some weight on her wounded leg, it would still affect her.

Looking to Nika and Brigitte, Eirún pointed towards the black clothes she used, before looking around for a moment and pointing towards a very small patch of moss under one of the tree branches on the side of the road.
From the wrappings she used to sheathe her blade to many other parts of it, many of those extra pieces of cloth could be used as improvised bandages, should the need arise and judging by Eirún's reaction, she didn't seem to have any issues in performing her own first aid. It would take a bit while to forage for the proper type of moss and prepare it to help staunch the bleeding and close the wounds, but she could still do it.

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