Chaos erupted around Narcia as the guard she had tripped hit the ground. He looked at her again, anger pouring from his eyes, she smirked back and thankfully logic got the better of the bandit and he recovered. Instead of moving toward her, he chose to join the fray. Narcia struggled against the ropes again as sounds of metal against metal echoed throughout the inn. It certainly wasn't the best rope she had seen, but without anything to help her cut through it, she wasn't about to struggle her way out.
As she shifted, a Rakasha girl ran up to the group of hostages and began cutting at the rope with a dagger. Narcia pulled away from the man next to her, making sure that the rope pulled tighter to make it easier for the stranger to cut. Normally, Narcia would expect the process to take a while, but wither it was the quality of the dagger or the rope itself, the rope quickly began to fray and separate. As the rope began to feel more and more loose, the Rakasha woman was forced to stop as a bandit approached her with a short sword drawn. She dropped her dagger near Narcia's leg, and quickly brandished a spear against the assault.
Narcia moved quickly and kicked her foot backward, hitting the hilt of the dagger with her heel, causing it to slide toward her hand. She slammed her palm down on the hilt as it passed, the blade just barely pricking the man beside her in the leg causing him to shift away at the surprise more than he pain. He looked toward her completely frightened as if he thought that someone was attacking him, but quickly realized what had happened when Narcia lifted the blade and winked toward him.
"I need you to pull the rope away from me." She said, he nodded acknowledgment and pulled away from her. The other hostages seemed to take note and pushed against the rope, causing it to become fairly taut. Narcia uncomfortably flicked her wrist backward so the dagger was positioned at the frayed section of the rope and began cutting, The rope loosened slowly, and in a few seconds she and the rest of the hostages were free as the rope fell to the ground. "You guys might not want to move." She instructed as she stood up, dagger in hand, "if you can't fight, you might end up in the way of a stray blade."
She was one to talk, though, she thought to herself as she moved toward the corner where her lute leaned against the wall. Not that she didn't know her way around a fight, considering she was once constantly hounded by mercenary groups, but she'd certainly become much less prepared for one when she broke away from Lazerus' group. It was much harder to find a lone girl, and she hadn't needed to fight in what felt like forever. And daggers, well, they weren't exactly the best fighting weapon. She picked up her lute and retrieved her own dagger from the body, slinging it around her back. She spun around to face the bandit she'd knocked over earlier with his axe in hand.
"What, did you get lost in the fighting?" She taunted arrogantly, readying herself.
"Bitch." The man pushed the word through clenched teeth. If he gripped his axe any harder, Narcia would have sworn the thing would break. As he dashed toward her with a fury in his eyes, she smiled and an explosion of light burst out toward him. Narcia ducked down as he dashed blindly into it cleaving in front of himself. She moved past him and spun around thrusting both daggers into his back. The man fell forward into a slump in the corner, axe dropping out of his hand. She let out a sigh of relief. No matter how confident she presented herself, life and death situations definitely got her blood pumping faster than she would like. She retrieved the blades from the man's back and turned around to find the owner of the one she borrowed. The Rakasha would have to forgive the blood on it.