Quitxi sees the bandit's body go limp as it's hurled aside with the force of Sophie's swing, so she continues... clearly outmatched in combative prowess, she's persistent nontheless... though it's not her kind of fight, she accepts that this is how it goes... a just remonstration for voicing her idea to form a posse.<br/><br/>These thoughts form not in a logical string, but in a flicker of understanding mid-stride as she spins with her blade in an overhead arc, preparing to counterstep, but finding no need-- her feet in their slick black sheaths pivot her smoothly, and she holds her ground as they close on the brigands like a set of jaws.  "Surrender and live," she says in a cold hiss, not loudly... almost as if she's<i>hoping</i>that they don't hear her offer of peace.<br/><br/><br/><i>To hit:</i>1d20a7 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=2095)<br/><br/><i> Damage: </i>1d6a2 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=2096) (As I said... the dice gods are not happy with me.)<br/>