When Cyrille caught eye of Aerylinne stepping from the carriage, she felt her heart skip a beat; she was aware that the girl had some skill with magic, but she did not want her to risk anything. She did decide that her worries were misplaced when she saw the other two bandits fleeing the scene, though; perhaps an illusion of some kind? Quite useful. Her attention was then refocused on the sword-wielding bandit.<br/><br/>Fending off another arrow that was shot from the other archer, Cyrille then took a stance that seemed to leave her slightly open. However, it would be of little matter, as she made a lunge towards the leader, the tip of her sword barely pricking his leather breastplate. Despite the blow looking to be insignificant entirely, the man fell to the ground as though she had run him through with the blade, and spat up blood.<br/><br/>The openness of her stance had nearly cost her, though. The archer she had disarmed had lurched from behind with a dagger in hand, and attempted to stab her in the back. He was greeted by Cyrille's sword stabbing behind her, spearing him through the shoulder, and he dropped to the ground with a painful scream.<br/><br/>Looking at the remaining bandit, Cyrille's face became stony. "You have already been told twice now, and shown once, why this was a bad idea. Leave now, and save what's left of your hides before I skin you all alive," she threatened. The last archer did as he was told.<br/><br/>Ignoring the groans of agony that came from the other two bandits were ignored by the swordswoman as she called to her charge, "Miss Esther, are you unhurt?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>