As she approached the battle, Fara kept both eyes locked firmly on the fighting so that she had a good idea of who was on which side before she got stuck in. Mostly by watching who was killing who, she worked out that that the female archer, the assassin and the mage at least were all on the same side, and most of those not wearing the same colours as the bandits seemed to be following their lead. She spotted a pair of archers attempting to flank the small group in the center by passing around a tall dune and decided that, dangerous as it might be for her wyvern, the two of them seemed like the best place to start. Banking hard, she pulled the great beast below her into a dive, her axe raised and gripped as firmly as she could. They spotted her before she got within a hundred meters and, panicking, raised their bows and let loose a pair of arrows in a vain attempt to stop her descent but in their haste their arrows sailed safely wide of her. At the last moment before she slammed into them, her wyvern suddenly threw it's wings wide to slow itself and further cushioned itself by landing ontop of one of the stunned bowmen, burying him under the weight of both the lizard and it's rider. His comrade hurriedly attempted to nock another arrow, but before he could raise his bow a well-aimed throwing axe from Fara knocked the weapon from his hands. The archer didn't miss a beat, however, and drew a shortsword from his belt before charging towards her screaming at the top of his lungs.

[b]"Damn..[/b] Fara muttered as she climbed down from the back of her mount and strode calmly towards the rapidly approaching man, her axe slung lazily over her shoulder. [b]"I was aiming for his head.."[/b]

The soldier finally arrived within striking distance of her and aimed a wild overhead swing at her, which she easily avoided simply by stepping to the side. From the way the man wielded the blade it was clear he wasn't proficient with it, but simply told which end was the pointy one and that he'd probably never need to use it, as was often the case with career archers. He again used both hands to swing a horizontal slash across her chest, but overestimated the length of his blade and promptly failed to make contact with much more than air. She had to restrain the urge to chuckle. After all, he was clearly trying his best. On his third attempt to kill her (fourth if she counted the arrows from before) she decided to put him out of his misery and brought her axe up to parry the attack, catching the blade under the heel of her axe and, with a forceful tug, ripping the weapon from his hands. Though once again disarmed, the thug was undeterred and threw himself towards her, tackling her to the sandy floor, her weapon flying from her hand. He wrapped one large, grizzled hand around her throat and raised the other back, but before he could throw the punch she brought both her feet up, wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled him down into a headscissor, swiftly repositioning herself such that her knee was applying pressure to his jugular. Less than ten seconds later, the man was unconscious. 

[b]"Well.. that could have gone better.."[/b] She again muttered to herself as she rubbed her throat, looking down at the defeated archer. Suddenly conscious that there was still a battle going on nearby, she quickly grabbed some rope and hogtied him, figuring she might need someone to interrogate once the battle was over. She then gathered up her axe, climbed back into her wyvern's harness and got ready to head into the battle proper.