Sult yawned significantly, her weight shifting from one leg to the other. So many things had happened in so little time, but she had felt not doing anything. That damned old carcass -this was going to be how she would refer to the Scary One from now on- had completely ruined her adorable punchline with her spear demonstration. It was gross, disturbing, annoying... and somewhat interesting to her healer side. But mostly annoying. Then more people appeared, instructions were exchanged.

Oh, and she wiped the blood as the Ice Jerk had told her. The joke was getting old. Still, Sult could not hide her bliss at some of the new knights, all of them male. A manly scholar, and a medic, to pester for information and books! Creepy looks aside, she was looking forward to stick to the shadows of those two. She, after all, was a fellow thinking mind. So engrossed she was she did not notice much of the actual strategy and hush hush, and as such she didn't make much of a reaction. She had gotten a general gist of it. Four groups. Smash and entrap.

And of course given her less-than-stellar performance, no such group had been entrusted. Still, she stuck to the Captain. After all obeying the order and keeping her alive was more important than other whims. Plus, one of the new recruits, the Hundi, looked positively adorable next to her. A pup and a mini captain. She could joke all the day...

...but Sparky had gone to the old geezer's side. That was not fair! She wanted to tease them a little! And that Eadwig (earwig!) didn't look like he had a sense of humour. At least she could rely on Sir Garret for that. She dedicated a longing stare to the tall man. "Sir Garreeet, please don't let poor me get harmed, will you?" She said, fluttering her eyelashes, while looking at their companions. 

And then the order for charge happened, after an arrow attack. Sult grinned, and yelled in top of her lungs.

"FOR THE MINI CAPTAIN!" 

Well, she was trying to be encouraging, but the devil that whispered in her ear almost always won. Speaking of crooks, the leader of the haggard group was nowhere to be seen, thought the newbie knight as she drove through the uneducated hordes, sneaking cheap kicks and pommel hits in critical parts when people weren't looking. That was unacceptable.

"Cover me! I have an idea!" She yelled to her nearby teammates.

Seeing that there was a surplus of healers, she took the spirits she used to disinfect from her pouch, as well as a bandage, and fashioned an incendiary artifact, all to lob it into the throne who was in the middle of the campment.

If that bandit was too arrogant to claim himself king, surely the sight of seeing his dear crude throne in flames would make him come out.