Avira could hear the violent and pain filled screams of the Sapients behind her, every one of them causing her lips to twitch and the colour to slightly drain from her face.
She was fine with the death of monsters but people… that was something else, her heart and mind couldn't help but waver. Even as she stood before the leader of these bandits with her weapons drawn she couldn't look at him completely as an enemy worthy of death. Her right hand's grip was weaker than normal, and her planned moves aimed to debilitate rather than maim and or kill.
The bandit leader however was weighing his options, doing his best to analyse Avira's type before Frost ended every last one of his comrades.