A fool's death? Yes, that is how Angelica saw anyone taking on a fight that was not to protect their honor, or someone else's life. This man could have chosen the right path, he could have decided not to engage his commanding officer in combat just because his dad said he should, but he didn't make that decision. And now the physical prowess of Renaud was showing up a large man who couldn't even beat past the unarmed man. Renaud to his credit continued the teaching moment in a way which was likely very unexpected. And the senior member of the La Forte family was the person who'd soon know this.
He watched as his eldest son battled against the Knight Commander, and though he'd been held back a bit he didn't believe initially that anything negative would come from this moment. Until of course, he watched. He couldn't even make out what happened, nor could Botolf. He'd been knocked away, the man had casually moved past him and gone on to do something seemingly spectacular. By the time he'd turned around to see where he went, he saw his father being split in half from the top of his skull down his body. There was shock on his face, and then surprise. His body had moved instinctually to protect itself. His shield moving towards his fore to protect him as he didn't even have time to mourn the loss of his father. The man hadn't even shared any final words, all he'd gotten was a scoff out before his impending demise. Botolf, on the other hand had a flaming sword impale him at high speed, through even his own shield, leaving a hole in his chest much larger than could ever be healed. He didn't even get the chance to speak as blood poured from his mouth and he collapsed, in a most shameful death.
At the same time, someone called Jan was being addressed about someone taking a job of hers. She was the Executioner, but this day her fanged face held a large smile and even now, she didn't seem to pressed about the death she'd not caused. Normally she demanded recompense when lives were stolen from her, and her usual currency for such things were blood or lessons in new kinds of torture or weaponry. This day though she seemed to be in a great humor. "I'm in a good mood today... don't worry about it Rey~" she chimed happily. An active snicker escaped the mouth of Olivier. "I bet you are..." she chortled before she thought too much about it. Just the same... the spectacle itself was over. And it'd ended about the same way that Angelica assumed it would... in the death of two men who by her own logic deserved it. For breaking their oaths, for challenging someone stronger than them for no reason, and lastly for talking bad about Charles.