The decision of the Captain to move out again after sending a messenger back to inform the capital of the situation was to be expected, all things considered. If they lingered as they were now, with no more information to pry from neither the living mercenaries nor the dead soldiers, then it would be nothing more than a waste of effort. With that in mind, Tiral folded the note back up and slipped tossed it into a bag after wrapping it in other, more disposable paper. It wouldn't do to have blood staining everything if he could help it, after all.

Following behind the rest of the knights, Tiral moved himself closer to the front of the squadron just in case anyone else was [i]stupid[/i] enough to start a fight without trying to handle things peacefully.

Fittingly enough, though, there happened to be people en route to their next location that had no such qualms. But...

"More bandits again? Really?" Tiral asked, unamused at the situation as he looked at the scene unfolding in front of him. Their group likely had enough power with the knights as they were, but now that he was being told to charge, well...

"Rather than that, Captain, I would prefer to supply some rearguard support. I don't believe it to be all that necessary, though," he said, chanting quietly as a few icicles formed in the air behind him. "After all, sending the cavalry in to deal with the rearguard without flanking is a bit of a chore, but I have enough faith in the Knights to not worry about something as simple as roadside thieves."

With that said, Tiral looked around for any warier bandits and fired at those instead, rather than charging into the fray himself. When he ran out of icicles, he simply created more and continued to fire, taking care to handle anything out of range of those rushing into battle before anything else. Handling the rear last meant that they might escape, after all; that would be rather... [i]Annoying.[/i]