After Sevine had knocked the bandit unconscious with one of her bottles of wine, she looked to the tavern door at the sight of the door flinging open, in came two men, one concealed behind a cowl, and one clad in iron. She wasn't sure if they were bandits, but after looking them over, she could find no trace of a blue bandana. When they began to attack the other bandits, Sevine turned to look for Rhaedin. She found the elf captain finishing off the bandits she had attacked. Hurrying to her side amidst the chaos, Sevine called out gaily to her, "Well look at you Captain. Cleaning up my dirty work, eh?" She offered her a smile in gratitude and then pointed out Erahja.

"Come on." Rhaedin drew her sword from its scabbard and rushed over to aid their companion. Another two bandits had made their way over to Erahja as she battled with the one bandit at hand. Raising her blade, she swung in a downward "chopping" motion, the bandit she had targeted was actually a female. She had her kerchief tied about her neck with a short-sword in her hand at ready. Rhaedin had targeted the woman's weapon arm, but the woman had noticed Rhaedin's attack and deflected her blow by side-stepping. Rhaedin quickly recovered her balance and glared darkly at the woman. She wore her hair piled high upon her head, and far too much face make-up. Her age was easy to discover by the wrinkles on her face, she had to be in her mid-40s.

Suddenly, the woman darted forward, trying to run Rhaedin through. She shied away from the sword's edge, and attacked again. Swinging her sword flat, in an arcing motion, Rhaedin aimed to land a blow on the woman's back. However the woman slipped away once more, only to be snatched by Rhaedin. The elfess had grown tired of playing games with the ruffian. Grabbing the woman by her shoulder, she ran her silver blade through her midsection before shoving her onto the wooden floorboards.

Sevine had turned her attention to the other bandit, he was a tall and gangly fellow, wielding a short-sword as well. That's when Sevine realized that her plan might not have worked out as well as she hoped. 
"I'll skin you alive wench!" He growled, advancing quickly.

"If that's what you believe!" Sevine yelled as loud as she could, chucking one of the bottles of wine left. It hurtled out of her hand like an arrow, the bottle soared across the room disappearing into the fray. Surprisingly, Sevine could hear the bottle breaking over the noise from the chaos. Not that it mattered. 

"You've got a terrible aim there missy! Let me help you fix it, I'll start with that hand of yours!" Thrusting his blade at her, he cut through the air violently, only to duck another flying bottle of wine that also disappeared into the fray. "Why don't you just stand still for me, eh?!" Cried the bandit, enraged over Sevine's cleverness. From the way he approached her, Sevine was forced to blindly retreat backwards. She was left weaponless, without any means of defense. 

Suddenly, Sevine felt herself falling backwards, landing hard on the floor. She had tripped over a chair that was knocked aside. Lying upon the floor, Sevine looked up into the crazed eyes of the bandit, he readied his sword for the killing blow. She covered her face in horror, this would be the last thing she remembered! Or...wait... Sevine opened her eyes and saw Rhaedin knocking the bandit to the floor with a quick pommel hit to the neck.