She cursed her luck at the failure of her magic to take down all the three. The blow to her head hurt like hell and she doubted she could take another blow like that and remain standing. Out of combat spells and in too small an area to effectively use her bow it looked grim.<br/><br/>Her only choices it seemed were to draw her sword, with which she was not as skilled as she boasted or run. Turning her back would just give them the chance to strike her while she ran though, might as well try her luck with her sword.<br/><br/>Shouting for the guard at the top of her lungs she draws her sword to attack the man who had resisted her spell.