Mezmoriia may never know how much chance was in her favor that day.<br/><br/>The half-elf put up a good fight, and the pain in her face was abrupt and rather unwelcome. A sudden arrow wound in her lower arm was even more unwelcome, but it could have been worse - if she hadn't been thrown off course by the headbutting, it would have been. Others impacted her guards but failed to do much to their armor, and a fourth landed uselessly in the ground nearby. A small sliver of her brain spent half a second to wonder what the intended target could have been.<br/><br/>The threat from behind her would have been worse. A dagger-wielding berserker can do much damage with the element of surprise. It was only a hitherto-unnoticed slave that saved her, with a blast of light that blinded her for a moment and startled her into moving away from him. Physical confrontations were hardly her forté!<br/><br/>With the flash still bright in her eyes, she instinctively grabbed onto the elf again and forced her between herself and the boat - and its archer. One hand held onto her shoulder while the other held her sword against her back - a slight prick was supposed to encourage compliance, but it ended up being slightly less slight than intended. Oh well.<br/><br/>"Any most stunts and she gets it - and guards, make sure no one tries any stupid cleverness, please?"<br/><br/>She nodded in the direction of the man she didn't yet know was called Marcellus, but they were already taking care of him.<br/><br/>"But I can be reasonable. We both want something here - you, I'd think, want to not be arrested. What I want should be obvious." Prod. "We can both have our way, yes?"<br/><br/>The smile looked sweet and genuine, but still convinced no one. At least the light was fading.