Shalan moved to step into the barn, moving around Keiro, only to find her path blocked by the nuisance of a man. She frowned, her amber eyes dark under her furrowed brow. When he swung the sword, her eyes followed it for a second. He had cut her off, the door into the barn behind him, and beyond it, her belongings. More importantly, her [i]sword[/i]. But there seemed to be no letting up, from him. Still frown, Shalan debated on her next step. 
She could attempt to get around him. Of course, the ass would engage her for it, and she'd likely fail, and possibly take injury. She could surrender now, and look to escape later. But there was little chance she would manage that. Clearly, this man was no fool. He'd lock away her belongings, after he went through them. 

Suppose there was only one option, then.

Inhaling, Shalan turned heel and fled away from Keiro, drawing him away from his home and into the woods. He'd know the trees by heart, for sure, but they would hopefully still serve to slow him down.