Dorian grabbed the footman who'd been tossed in his direction by Adrianna, swiftly pinning him to his knees and snapping the man's neck like a pigeon with his bloody hands. It looked as though they had this side well enough in hand, especially since the swordswoman's powers seem to have awakened, good luck to any remaining troops there trying to fight the with one who could become the wind. Dorian had never seen such magic being thrown around by his companions, outside of stories and myths of days long past, but he certainly was glad to be on their side and for his own powers.
Vardun, who had remained silent since Dorian entered the fray, spoke to him. The giant's voice an icy calm over Dorian's racing hot mind:
"Not bad, my apprentice, you've made it so that the others cannot entirely ridicule your tardiness. Though I would refocus your attention to the other you knocked down with your creative use of the tree."
Dorian, his head still whirring from the heat of battle, had forgotten that he'd left one man still alive. Said soldier was struggling up to his feet, his expression in mild panic at how his comrades were being cut or struck down in what had become the disaster of an attack from his perspective, and his nearest fellow having had his head beaten in to a bloody mess. The soldier saw Dorian looking in his direction with his bloody fists and shakily grabbed merely his sword, not even bothering with whatever remained of his shield and took off running the way he came.
Dorian decided not to give chase, even if he could have caught the fleeing man in his super-human state despite his shorter size.
The Titan bellowed questioningly in his head:
"You let him run? To what end? That he may return with others?"
Dorian shook his head and returned to surveying the slowly tidying up battlefield that had been their campsite.
"What others? The ones his boss obviously doesn't have or doesn't want to field? There'd be no reason for him to run. No, let him go that he might spread word of our terrific work among his fellows."
"And if his superiors execute or imprison him for incompetence or possible desertion? I'd do as such to troops who acted under my command."
Dorian rolled his shoulders in a shrug.
"Well then he dies either way just as you originally wanted. Either way its more useful than us chasing after a single man who's already broken. No?"
Vardun icily conceded this logic in his mind.
"Clearly not all of my lessons fell on deaf ears. I may make a Legionnaire of you yet."