Ayame fought with a skilled opponent and he managed to slice her arm and her kimono up a bit. Yet she still fought on. She finally managed to best the brigand and left him bleeding on the dirt ground. She slumped to her knees holding her arm and the kimono together. She got back to her feet and watched Isakar dispatch the other one. His fighting style was amazing to watch and brought a smile to her face. "Pure poetry..." she whispered softly and smiled at him.