[I will post as Darrian when Psy posts. ^^]

The man stopped, his sword a bit over his head. She peered up at him, fear lighting her eyes as she silently begged for him to just go away. The spitting pain that ran up and down her back from the fall was starting up again, and she knew that she would not be able to dodge a heavy blow. She had to bargain, and so she would. For a moment, she thought that the young man- probably a mercenary from the look of his powerful arms, strong enough to carry that sword. He bore no mark of a Ylissean soldier, nor the look. 
Suddenly, he said that he had enough of her games. That he wouldn’t be fooled again. Ambra’s eyes widened as the sword came at her, and she covered her face and screeched, [b]”[i]Stop! I’m a Shepherd![/i]”[/b]
Mayhaps this man was one as well? There was no use in hiding it. If he was a soldier or an assassin, he would kill her no matter what. But in the slight chance of this rogue of some sort being from the faction, then she would be saved. At least she could try, right? 
If only she knew how to wield a sword. Ambra was only trained in the art of the bow, as Scipio said that an archer was a very important person in a battle. They would usually be perched on some precipice and looking over the scene that unfolded beneath them. They would then knock, pull, and shoot, and that one arrow could be the difference between victory and defeat.