As the Templar attempted to get her attention she took her helmet from her head and quickly hooked it around her belt. Her red hair flooded free from its holding, her face untouched by blood or sweat or signs of battle. She smiled at him softly, almost as if he'd asked her to pass the bread at the dinner table. Without pause or hesitation she followed him to his position with her swords in hand... or hands.<br/><br/>"I shall take your back and you shall have mine, but between us the rest of the men must shelter. I once heard of a situation like this where a peasant farmer challenged an invading bandit armies greatest warrior to a battle. The prize was their village. If we can save the death of any more of your brothers it may be for the best to see what terms we can draw with the bandits." She spoke calmly yet quiet enough for the Ser and the Templar Knight to be the only ones to hear it. She didn't want to frighten the men further. The Templars amongst them would fight to the bitter end, but any farmer or peasant could find his courage turned quickly should a word of doubt drop from a warrior's mouth.<br/><br/>"I'm sure my friends can handle themselves. I've known them for... awhile now, and I think they shall muster the fortitude to hold against the coming tide."<br/><br/>She did her best to look inspiring, her lack of a helmet might prove to be the death of her, but it was as her sword trainer once said "A ballsy move.".<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>