Oy, Ditching the brunette had been a bear, she finally had to fall into the river and pretend to drown, hope the girl does ok. She really had been trying to keep her out of trouble. Something about a band of brigands coming up the trail. Now she had to get back, if brigands are coming she had to be ready for her bond. He was close and getting closer. She had seen them approaching, a huge wagon train. She had even staged herself to be saved by his innate grace and kindness. Now there were brigands coming... She needed to be there, for him.<br/><br/>Swirling, her locks reached forward, grabbing the branches, swinging her forward lifting her over obstacles and brachiating through the trees when the path there was easier. She reached the top of the precipice to the clash of the forces below. No the attack had already started. The caravan was doing very well for itself, the forces attacking were holding back, only committing a small group and spreading them thin. Her heart was pulled to the fore of the caravan. A beauty with a hand cannon, they made those, was being stalked by a... him. It has to be him. The caravan leader... he was taking on the greatest threat while his men shelter. So brave. She would save him.<br/><br/>With a great bound from the heights she landed in the wagon between the beauty and the caravan leader, ready to strike the woman down in his defense. Her heart swivelled her internal compass sweeping to the beauty like a flower to the sun. "No! Your a...no!" The woman held herself in frozen incredulity. But as the blade swept around her to attack Canticle not a thought went into the action. Coral wrapped herself around the offensive appendage taking the hit herself  while her hair engulfed the caravan leader who had tried to attack around her. Below them beside the wagon, the two carters who had taken shelter aborted to running away. Clouds of dust leaving the only sign of them before they disappeared into the brush at the edges of the trees.