Irina was quick to guide alister to the point where it would be best to gather the enemy. She had no real like of lances having watched the draco knights training all her life. she being a myrmidon required close range to be able to fight and she was honestly a bit worried about the reach of the lances. after showing alister the way she branched off and hid waiting for the right moment to strike. she waited for one of the lance wielding footmen to dash by and that's when she stepped out of hiding. She gripped her killing edge tightly and aimed for the mans slightly exposed neck. the blade met flesh and sank in leaving a trail of crimson gushing into the air and splattering a dark color on the ground. in a matter of moments the man's head was completely severed. the head toppled to the ground and bounced a few feet and the body dropped pouring crimson from the whole in the neck. Irina was forced to jump back taking a slight graze from the lance of one of the cavaliers. she hissed as the pain surged aross her arm from the cut it wasn't anything major but it still stung slightly. she saw the gash in the side of the horse from the ken's blade. she made another gash in the horse and darted away before the man could strike at her again.