The mercenary standing over Fiona obviously did not expect her to rise quickly after the wound she'd received, as he took his time in winding back for a kick, ignoring the brutality around him while he neared in on a kill. Fiona was hardly beaten yet, though, and she pushed back up much quicker than the mercenary anticipated, ramming her shoulder into his gut and trying to drive him backwards in a tackle. He was taken off balance for a moment, but frustratingly he managed to dig his feet into the dirt and bring her momentum to a halt.

"Give it up, I'll make it quick for you," he sneered, reaching down and grabbing the crossbow bolt in her side again. Fiona couldn't suppress another gasp, but she soon converted it into anger.

"Screw you... asshole." She brought her right knee up as swiftly as she could, ramming it between the mercenary's legs. He had some protection there, but not nearly enough to be unaffected by the hit; his face instantly showed his pain, and he released her, reeling. Fuming, Fiona slammed an uppercut into him, dazing him heavily, before she grabbed him by the back of his armor and charged him forward, slamming his face into the wall of the inn as hard as she could. He left a bloody stain on the wall, turning away from it, only for his nose to find Fiona's palm, and it easily cracked, blood running freely now. His face was a bloody mess, blocking off his vision, and allowing Fiona to have her way.

Rather than kill him, she spun about him and slashed her sword deep into the back of one of his legs. Howling, he fell to his knees, and a hard kick to the center of his back from Fiona was enough to land him face first on the ground. Descending on him, Fiona planted one knee into his back, the other in the dirt, and pinned him down. Looking around, there were no other immediate threats to her, so she sheathed her sword.

"Got any rope on you?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "Of course you do, look what you're here for. Stealing people and dragging them away, right? For coin? Despicable." She pulled a line of thin rope from his belt and proceeded to bind his hands together behind his back, digging her knee painfully into him all the while. She was panting from the fight and obviously pained by the wound in her side, but the thrill of victory was clear on her features as well.

"You're one of the lucky ones, you know that?" she asked, temporarily shoving his bloody face into the dirt. "You could've had the goblin go after you, or the half-orc, or a bloody wizard, but you got me. Harmless me. And you thought you'd have some fun, didn't you? Didn't you!" She'd nearly choked him on dirt and his own blood before she let up, and the mercenary coughed heavily when he could breathe again.

"Sorry I wasn't as fun as you hoped." Having finished binding his hands, Fiona moved to take hold of the crossbow bolt, still keeping her knee dug into him. "Now... [i]gah![/i]" She carefully pulled it free from her, discarding it. It was a small bolt from a small crossbow, but painful all the same. She pressed a hand to the wound to slow the bleeding. "Now the others can decide what to do with you. You'd best hope none of them want to have any [i]fun[/i] of their own!"

Her voice had been little above a hiss, but she now looked up and raised her tone to a shout. "Hey, got one still breathing here!" She winced from the effort, looking down to see some blood slipping between her fingers. She moved her other hand there to help. "And Sister Agnes, when you get a moment, I could use a little help."