The battlefield was completely silent for a while after the fight had ended. Some bandits saw this chance to make a run for it since their leader had fallen, and others tried to put up a last-minute struggle.
Morena took a second to snap back to focus, her gaze shifting from the scene of the fight to the people around her who had started fighting again. The smell of smoke and blood was everywhere, thick enough to sting her throat with every breath she took.
Adolf and the captain stood a few paces ahead of her, both of them steady despite the chaos around. The Rank 1 bandit was on his knees between them, his weapon long since broken and thrown aside.
His greatsword lay cracked on the ground, just outside his reach so he couldn't try anything funny.
He was bleeding from the chest where her spear had pierced him, but he was still alive, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and rage.
"Hold him down."
