Tyaethe turned to look at the knight after her attention. It was, as unfortunately common, the historian. It wasn't that Tyaethe had much of a dislike for him as a person... but his constant asking after historical events even though he'd been in the order for five years was maddening. Someone that didn't seem to get the hint--even when it became an angry rant--that her perspective on recent history boiled down to lots of bloodshed was definitely not one that the undead wanted to deal with. 

Why he had developed an interest in trying to play chess with her, she didn't know. The game was entirely too slow and sedentary for her tastes and Tyaethe had ended up declining every attempt. If he asked again, she was going to suggest a more physical way of passing the time. Maybe if she beat him halfway around a field, he'd get the idea to stop bothering her about things that didn't even hold a passing interest?

As they arrived in position, red eyes followed the smoke up to the dusky sky. "Better that we could attack at night. Moonlight would cleanse all the sins committed here."

Still, there was no chance to alter the timing now and it was hardly as if most of the order would care for such philosophical reasons nor be trained in fighting at night, moonlit or not. Instead, she had to organise this group... which was a rather pointless endeavour, as there were hardly enough people equipped in one manner or the other to truly group anyone or arrange arms-based tactics. Definitely not when split in four, not that it would stop people from trying.

"Anyone with a heavy weapon, follow behind me. Spear or pike behind them. Got a shield? Form along the edges and cover our sides. We don't have horses, so we'll have to try breaking them with a charge on foot." Tyaethe commanded, relishing one aspect of being in command: nobody could gainsay her decision to lead the charge from the front. It was far more exciting than advancing in ranks and it actually let her sword be put to proper use. She had never trained to fight as part of a wall of infantry, not since she was a child.

Grinning, she began to advance, "When we see them, run."