Zandra thought about it for a moment, then she asked herself, 'What would dad have done?' She knew the answer instantly. Her father would have fought until his last breath. "You see..." she held up her finger, toward the sky, as if that justified what she was getting ready to say, "I just can't do that. And since you are so buddy buddy with the king and all you should know that us knights live by a code of honor." Sighing deeply she readied her sword, the bandit had a point, she needed daggers, not a sword.