Skye couldn't believe it. The man was not taking the bandits seriously, almost treating them like children in some sort of game. [i]Can we just pause for a second and help me out here?[/i] She fought not to laugh. Whoever he was, he wasn't the brightest, it appeared. He seemed so strong, but perhaps his weakness was his intelligence, or his perception of threats.

Whatever it was, Skye could think of it later. She had to save herself from being robbed first, and talking with the bandits would get her nowhere. As the horses galloped closer, she released an arrow, and had the satisfaction of seeing it plunge into the chest of the leading rider. She changed targets, missing the second rider but hitting the third horse thanks to the tight group they were travelling in.

It only took a second longer for the riders to close in, and they didn't hesitate. Seeing that their next prey were actually fighting against them, they were inclined to kill for whatever they wanted to steal. They attempted to slash at the man in armour, and Skye herself had a horseman ride past her, missing her by an inch.