The bandit who was hit with Felix's sword fell backward, dropping his axe in the process. He lay on the ground groaning and clutching his head. An instant look of fury crossed over Brax's face. If he was smart, he would have turned tail and fled them. But unfortunately for him and his crew, he wasn't. "You son of a bitch." Brax growled. "Kill them both." He ordered his men, fury making him forget about the money they could make selling the girl instead of killing her. At this point that didn't matter, it was more a matter of pride now.

The three remaining bandits advanced, Brax still hanging back to let his men do the work. Two of them focused on the boy, while the last went for the girl. The two attacking the boy lunged at him from either side, hoping to overwhelm him. The one attacking the girl raised his axe high to cleave her in two. As his men attacked, Brax circled around, hoping to attack from another angle while his men kept the two busy. The scout, having yet to get his signal, remained where he was.