Penelope let out a small grunt as she crashed to the ground with Crow. Due to their positioning, she had partly landed on him, so she didn't feel the fall nearly as much as he did. The female knight rolled to the side, trying to regain her bearings as quickly as she could despite the small daze the fall gave her. She was vaguely aware of William getting his mare under control nearby and that the rider in front of them had been joined by his comrade, now blocking their path. 

In a quick motion, she drew her dagger from her boot and hurried to get back up to her feet. As her gaze focused on the two men before them, she was quick to notice how well armed they were. She grew tense as she stood besides Crow and glanced around cautiously, trying to figure a way out of the situation they were currently in. They appeared to be similar to the mercenary they had ran into before and fighting him alone was difficult enough. She couldn't imagine trying to defeat all of them if they were on the same skill level. 

She flinched at William's loud voice that lacked the Younisian accent. If their situation wasn't already bad enough, it appeared they'd also have to worry about the local knights. She gave a small nod at Crow's worried words and took a small step back as the men looked over at William. Her gaze then moved to the stallion that had calmed slightly now from being spooked but still acted a bit nervous. If they were going to make any escape, they'd have to get over to that horse. Turning her head back to the men, she noticed one give a cruel smirk before brandishing a sword. It's build was a bit different than any Penelope has seen before as it was thicker than most and appeared to be rather heavy from what she could tell. William grew tense, looking frustrated by the situation as the one rider advanced towards him. 

She blinked in realization that William was unarmed. The female knight cursed quietly under her breath. She had been hoping that William would be able to buy them time to get to the horse but he certainly wouldn't be able to do so without heavy risks involved. Penelope clenched the dagger in her hand for a brief moment, keep her gaze focused on their attackers. "When I move, get to the horse." She whispered to him.

In the next moment, the one man moved to attack William and Penelope shot forward, heading straight for the horse and rider. Instead of aiming for the man trying to attack, she swiped her blade near the horse, making the animal go off course as her dagger neared it's face. "William here!" She snapped, hurrying to toss her dagger to the knight before the one mercenary could regain control of his horse. 

William managed to catch the dagger in time and turned to block another oncoming attack. Penelope, however, wasn't so lucky. She felt the second mercenary suddenly slam into her side, forcing her to the ground. While she was defending William, it appeared that he had taken the time to dismount his own horse so he could deal with her. Her plan hadn't been the best. She just wanted to make sure the older knight could at least defend himself but in doing so, she had made herself rather vulnerable to attack as she  didn't get enough time to draw the second dagger from her other boot.

The female knight didn't have any chance to prepare for the sudden attack and groaned as she hit the ground. With a sharp kick to her side, Penelope was forcible rolled over to look up at the mercenary. His boot move to press heavily down on her chest, making the knight wince in pain. He gave a cruel grin as he drew his short dagger to strike. Penelope felt a rush of panic, trying to figure a way out of this rather bad situation.