"Help us? Since when in the past hours have you helped anyone!?" Elita snapped at the tied girl harshly as she did her best to dodge away from sword swings and grasping hands as well as pull Jeff out of harms way. As Elita backed away and did her best to disarm enemies one by one she felt herself and Jeff get boxed in, at least five Arabian guards surrounding them. She could feel them grab on to her arms and hold up the cold steely blade of a scimitar up to her neck. Panting hard and doing her best not to struggle and get cut, she glanced off to the side and saw Jeff was in the same situation she was in.<br/><br/>The guards that held on to them now slowly turned to the others and in unison said is strange monotone voices "Drop your weapons or they die."