"...Tch. What great timing these bastards have..." Tiral grumbled, tailing the rest of the Knights as they filed into the crypt, swords drawn and ready. While he didn't care much for the Sult lookalike (or his entourage, for that matter), the trail of carnage and gore wasn't something he wanted to see so soon. At least Tyaethe's movement through the enemies wasn't anywhere as deranged. He could appreciate that.
With such cramped hallways to travel downwards in this crypt, covering the place with the innards of the enemies seemed less conducive to progress than anything else. Plodding through coagulating blood was just as disgusting as it was something that would impair their movement, and with his magical tendencies as they were...
Well, he was much happier just binding incapacitated enemies in a place like this.
Ducking under a blade thrust at his neck and bashing into the assailant with his shoulder, Tiral frowned as the man stumbled back before reading another blow.
"...Right, we're packed in close. In that case..."
Grabbing his dagger from its hiding place, Tiral quickly chanted an incantation before the ground down the path behind the guard froze over. With a swift kick to the man's midsection, the mage watched as the guard fell onto his back and slid down the way, bowling into a bunch of other guards on the way down before the ice path melted back into water. One spell later, and the pile of soldiers was bound together at varying points by ice. It would do for now.
"If we're going to be splitting up, Captain, I'll join with the group confronting the necromancer. Handling hordes of mindless enemies would probably be the best use of my abilities for the moment," he stated, glancing between the other knights and the pile of idiots jumbled up in a ball of ice and water.
With such cramped hallways to travel downwards in this crypt, covering the place with the innards of the enemies seemed less conducive to progress than anything else. Plodding through coagulating blood was just as disgusting as it was something that would impair their movement, and with his magical tendencies as they were...
Well, he was much happier just binding incapacitated enemies in a place like this.
Ducking under a blade thrust at his neck and bashing into the assailant with his shoulder, Tiral frowned as the man stumbled back before reading another blow.
"...Right, we're packed in close. In that case..."
Grabbing his dagger from its hiding place, Tiral quickly chanted an incantation before the ground down the path behind the guard froze over. With a swift kick to the man's midsection, the mage watched as the guard fell onto his back and slid down the way, bowling into a bunch of other guards on the way down before the ice path melted back into water. One spell later, and the pile of soldiers was bound together at varying points by ice. It would do for now.
"If we're going to be splitting up, Captain, I'll join with the group confronting the necromancer. Handling hordes of mindless enemies would probably be the best use of my abilities for the moment," he stated, glancing between the other knights and the pile of idiots jumbled up in a ball of ice and water.