With a smirk, Cirnelle drew her daggers as she dropped down from the building. Aiming for one of the bandits in the back, she lands on his shoulders driving her daggers deep into his chest as she continued to fall, rolling, twisting the man around finishing him off as she tumbled into a low stance behind the rest of them. The fall was a bit harder to land than she expected, and was in a defensive posture as she fought to recover from the impact, holding the daggers in front of her, with a dark grin on her face as she sized up the group.