Blade met blade once more, though this time the squire's strike found no purchase anywhere on the mercenary. Frustratingly enough, the opposing swordsman was every bit skilled as he looked, with a clearly experienced block easily deflecting Kyran's slash. As his sword was flung wide from the defender, he offered a knowing smirk, for his allies had arrived and were now rapidly descending upon the exposed man. Like a pack of hungry wolves they struck their prey down with relentless blows of blade, spear, and flame. Not even the most skilled of fighters could defend all their flanks at once. Turning to face his allies he offered them a quick nod to show appreciation before following the amassed group towards the weakened northern wall they'd discovered during their previous scouting sortie.
The outside of the fortress was deceptively quiet now, being home to a tempest of combat mere moments ago. Though not all was calm yet, in the distance he could see Bel firing towards the fortress proper and the dragonrider, Branna dealing with brigands of her own. Einar was off planting some kind of blasting powder at the wall so a second entrance could be made, while he waited alongside the others some distance away. All things considered, the assault had been going relatively well. No losses that he knew of on their side and the exterior of the fortress was as good as secured. Those within the fortress however were all still unknowns, and they were about to rattle the hornets nest yet further. Caution would be wisest, as Kyran knew from his admittedly limited experience that bandits would rather fight like wild animals when cornered then try any kind of diplomacy.
A stabbing pain shot through his arm very suddenly, it seemed that his adrenaline was wearing off, the wound from the mercenary was making its presence known and felt once again. A glance downward at the torn up, now crimson stained cloth revealed that the wound was deeper than previously thought, and with no healer in sight, certainly an unfortunate scenario. The roar of the blast itself coupled with the pain of the injury caused the squire to recoil, grit his teeth and reach for a vial at his hip, a vulnerary. In a swift series of motions Kyran drank the contents and fought himself to not immediately retch at the taste, a mix between herbal bitters and a lingering earthy aftertaste that was all around nasty. It wouldn't completely take care of the injury and he'd have to deal with the wound properly after the battle, but it swiftly reduced the blazing pain to an almost unnoticeable level. With the injury dealt with and the weakened wall now a gaping open maw, Kyran spurred his mount onwards to join his allies inside.
Where he expected resistance however it seemed that the others had swiftly neutralized whoever was guarding the breached room. "Sorry I'm la- Huh... I guess you didn't need me after all." he offhandedly said as he rode up beside Einar. "Thanks for earlier, by the way." Kyran added, as he took stock of the room and situation they found themselves in. Two dead bandits, one exit. Myself, Hadrick, Einar, The Prince, and a mage... alright then. Maneuvering himself and Lei towards the door that lead deeper into the fortress he looked over his shoulder and asked the group. "Okay we're in, so what's the plan now then? Are we just holding this room for now or are we going further?"
Status: Regrouped and ready
Iron Sword (2/3)
Using a Vulnerary, and preparing to advance
Einar - @Savo
Atremisia - @Lugubrious
Alnard - @Sho Minazuki