As Katherine started to back away, one of the bandits she'd struck began to recover. Apparently he was raring for more, and the odds seemed to be shaping up to be rather foul for the young woman.

"Hmph. What rabble is this?" Came a somewhat gravelly voice. A man in his fifties approached, riding a red horse, silver blade in hand. "Are you such heathens to attack a young lady?" He asked as he cut the bandit who'd stood up, definitively finishing him off. "Katherine, are you unharmed?" The man asked as he reigned his horse. She would easily recognize the man as Emmerich, the commander of Prima's militia, and Felix's boss. "Come then, you rabble! I will stand as your opponent!" He addressed the banditry. "... And where is that lethargic lout Felix... Surely I'd thought he'd be more conscientious to the safety of his childhood friend."