Tazendra had fight her own instinct to protest attacking a man who was down, even if he was an enemy. Because... well, until Garland yielded or died, he was a threat to her homeworld, and he was doing neither. That was larger than the group assembled here.

"At this rate, he will be less Chaos than a mangled corpse," she observed. Still, she had her sword out and had thrown on a Shell spell. Protect would come next. It felt cowardly... but Garland had hit hard as simply himself; who knew what Chaos would do?