Lyrisa watched as the combat events happened. First, Leifr took a crossbow bolt right in front of her. It wasn't the first time she had seen such a thing, but it wasn't exactly what she wanted to see then he took a wound from another bandit which he promptly dispatched with his yet unnamed horse. Lyrisa was thinking Gwenna, but she wouldn't offer the name until after combat. The closest enemy would be the one fighting her rival, Fiore. As much as she loath to help him . . . They were a team. And a team divided is no team. Lyrisa attempted to move around to get a better vantage of the fiend. If she gave Fiore the chance to make a dash for the crossbowman, then they had a chance of taking no more injuries. . . Crossbows were never the easiest thing to load after all. With her whip in her hand as she got a clear view of Fiore's opponent, she readied to attack.