Moeasha glares at the man, her usually calm blue eyes turning harsh. 

"What do you mean, you do not want rid of it?" Moeasha pops the cap of her pouch off, beginning to grab control of the water inside. "And your 'buddies' plan on doing what to my friend?" Moeasha lashes out, her water arching through the air, slicing a small cut into the man's hand. It isn't enough to seriously injure, but the shock of it caused his club to fall. Moeasha quickly kicked the club away, then formed her water into the shape of a dagger, pointing it at the man's nose.