The moment that Sabine confirmed that the man with the knife was walking to her, the threat of the situation became a level more real. The bows levelled at them was all that was stopping her from lashing out. Grimacing, she pulled her head back and to one side as the knife scraped over her skin. Her eyes narrowing to a near shut made the sudden grapple from the man jarring. With how cold the knife was, she couldn't tell if the last drops of water running down her neck included her own blood. She just kept her chin angled upwards and her mouth sealed shut. Her breathing was involuntarily shallow and shuddering in and out of her nose.

They paced slowly up the hill. Through the whirling storm of panic in her mind, she desperately tried to remember how Meesei had taught her to paralyse someone with magic. She had not mastered it yet, it was an advanced spell. She had to do something of that nature or the worst would happen, she knew it. The outline of Leaps as he crested the hill caused Sabine's eyes to widen. Leaps could shock this man. It would surprise him, daze him maybe. That would give enough time for Sabine to follow up. She knew she could kill him quickly if she had that chance. She didn't think on it any further. She just had to make sure that she wasn't so close to the other bandits.

Janius and Fendros' eyes each glanced up the hill as well. Janius' plan of waiting until they left were already being deconstructed as he considered that they might take Sabine with them, but Leaps was apparently forcing the last few bricks to tumble all at once. He braced himself, holding his hand behind his back and beginning to charge an ice spike. Fendros wasn't as armed, but he knew that he would have to spring into action soon as well. Seeing the fear in Sabine's eyes, they both knew that they wouldn't forgive these bandits. Hopefully the others, particularly Irenya, would recognise the situation and ready themselves as well.