"Of course," Samantha returned his bow as the clearly intoxicated man thanked her. A small smile appeared at the corner of her lips as she watched him; he sure didn't seem to mind the dirt on his face. "You...don't look so good." She cringed at her own words and wished she could have said something better - or perhaps nothing at all. No matter, there were angry thieves baring their teeth at them like savage beasts. 

Before Sam could do anything, the stranger intercepted two of them. Astonished at the man's prowess in this state, she almost forgot about the other two attackers wanting her head on a silver platter. It was too late, however, as a foot connected with her face and she was launched into the air, landing on the ground harshly. "Okay, ouch." She complained before she swiftly kicked off the ground and landed on both feet. 

The thieves both charged at her, but instead of unsheathing her Dao to even up the odds, Samantha sidestepped the unarmed thief and grasped his shoulder with both of her hands. She turned his back towards her, holding him against her chest as his friend plunged his machete into him. "Sorry," she whispered and moved from behind him, and let his limp body fall on the ground. 

Samantha watched the second attacker struggle to pull the machete out of his friend. It was a nasty sight to see, and one Sam hated seeing, but sometimes it was necessary. After a while, the thief decided he wasn't going to get the weapon back anytime soon he turned towards her and raised his hands up in a loosely held stance. Sam did the same, and had already placed her weight on her right leg to prepare for the kick he would eat square in the jaw. She knew before he even moved that he would jump up at her, and when he did, she unleashed a strong kick in his face.

Somewhat unsteady on his feet, the thief shook his head and jumped back in with a series of punches and elbows, which were all expertly dodged and countered. Samantha firmly grasped his left arm, turned her back to him and flipped him over her shoulder. She kept a hold on his arm and twisted it in a painful and uncomfortable angle. With the other she unsheathed her sword and placed it against his throat. 

Samantha then glanced over to see how her companion was doing.