Sure enough, a fight began. The worst part, though, was that the brute got the first shot in at the warrior, even managed some damage to the girl. The hair bristled on the back of Belle’s neck as her hand whipped toward the dagger sheathed upon her hip.<br/><br/>When the mage turned around and questioned her, Belle could only shake her head. “No, I’m from...well, I’d rather not talk about where I’m from. All you need to know is that I’m not going back there.” Her voice came off perhaps a bit rougher than intended as her focus was on the fight before her. Before she could act, though, she saw an arrow fly past her vision. Another woman joined in the fray. Belle stood her ground and waited to see if the arrow landed. She would then, if an opening presented itself, sneak up behind the man to attack once with her dagger.