The party quickly proved that their confidence were not misplaced, dispatching what must've been the best of the commander's men. Mirielle allowed herself a sliver of grim satisfaction at the bloody spectacle, yet it soon was apparent that their foe weren't completely toothless after all. A shot struck Carmen, and for a brief moment her heart stilled as the captain stayed down for a second longer than he should. Then he began screaming and thrashing, ice spreading in her veins. Something unnatural was in that bullet. [b][color=#778da9]"Carmen! Get ahold of yourself, your work is not done yet!"[/color][/b] Her voice boomed through the chaos, blazing aura flared in full force. Carnatia and even Amaris would feel an invigorating resolve welling from within, not to mention fellow faithful like Carmen. Hopefully enough to get him back to his feet, the man was quite adept at combating foul magic as long as he's not incapacitated. Mirielle barely took note of the marksmen falling, her attention taken by the Tretagorian commander emerging with a brutish weapon befitting his nature. Even with the burning aura licking his skin the man remained stalwart, most definitely one of their traditional self-empowering magic user if the unnatural strength he struck Carmen with earlier wasn't enough of an indication. Pale yellow eyes peered into the man, wary yet confident in her own inevitable triumph. Bracing into a low stance, Mirielle flashed a feral grin as her muscles tensed and coiled like a taut spring, ready to dart forward with deadly force. [b][color=#778da9]"Your tyranny ends today, blackguard."[/color][/b] And with that she [i]lunged[/i] forward, her fading divine armor scattering glimmering gold in her wake, spearpoint poised to impale the commander's face clean through. Yet all was a feint, for at the last moment the broad spearhead pivoted to cleave along the shaft of his warhammer and take off his fingers in one clean sweep. Still need him alive to cough out what he knew after all. Carmen will get him to talk eventually. They always do sooner or later.