When they were close enough to the ground, Enarrion vaulted off Yorke, landing in a crouch.  She stood and drew her blade in the same quick movement.  "State your names and intentions."  She said, little emotion in her voice.  Her sword was currently held to the side, the tip of the blade hovering just over the dirt.  The swordswomen was ready to counter whatever action was made by the horseless men.