[ The bellow has also given Iramaat an opening. Her opponent seems a bit shell-shocked by it (honestly, so is she) and she takes the opportunity to disarm him with a flourish of her blade. Finding himself outnumbered and disarmed, he too takes to his heels and they're left with just the one entangled by vines. She pauses to catch her breath and turns to Everett with an exhilarated laugh. ]

Well, look at you go-!

[ She claps him on the shoulder. ]

You have hidden depths, my friend. I never dreamed you'd run one of them off like that...

[ The poor, unfortunate third bandit is still struggling against the thorns and vines and getting scratched up for his troubles. ]

Well done, well done.