[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Slavers. Iraleth's blood boiled as she stepped out of the carriage, seetheing at the depraved degenerates surrounding them. Just their luck, to be ambushed without access to Ethos or Essence. 

Judging by his performance against the class, it wasn't out of the question for Alto to be able to handle this alone, but Iraleth wasn't about to sit back and let someone else fight her battles for her. Even without the Inheritor, she was still an anointed knight, fully armed and armored.

Gunshots rang in her ears even as she rushed forward, sword brandished. She literally crashed into the wave of bandits on the same side Otis fired on, trusting that Alto would see sense and work on the other group. The plate-clad paladin shoulder-checked the man in front before turning to assail his fellow with a series of cleaves and slashes, all the while making sure to keep a foe between herself and the archers as much as possible.

[b]"No quarter for slavers! May the accursed burn!"[/b]