Brandy readied herself, steeling her resolve and getting ready to charge head-first at the villains before her!

... And then Alice went bonkers.

The satyr could do little more than stand where was she was and look on, in total awe, as the mighty werewolf unleashed a day's worth of frustration on these poor, unwashed fools. It looked and felt so one-sided that you'd be forgiven fro thinking it was actually the two girls who were robbing the robbers, and not the other way around. Balls were kicked, bodies were thrown into trees, Alice was stabbed and didn't give two fudge-waffles... It was a dervish and level of ass-beating that the little satyress hadn't seen since the last time her adoptive family invited all the relatives, got drunk and had a good ol' fashioned rough-housing ho'down... But that'd invovled several fully grown minotaurs, this was just one werewolf alchemist who was kicking butt on the next level.

When the battle had been [sub][sub]resoundly[/sub][/sub] won by the werewolf, and the girl was gleefully spouting out her plans and desires for what to do next, Brandy raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... Al... We... We 'totes didn't bring any rope, remember? And uh... Iunno how things with the guild work'n all that yet, but I don't think we'll get any money if we bring a buncha dirty, pervy, beat-up homeless guys along back." Brandy commented.

Not for not though, as the Guild was hardly a fort or sheriff's office. There wasn't anywhere to lock up criminals there, and it was more than likely there wasn't any place lik that back in Litroot at all, given the small size of the village. No, common sense dictated that if they were to bring these bandits back with them, they'd get complained at by the receptionist, and probably scolded by the guild mistress. It didn't seem like the best idea.

"Can't we just like, take their weapons so they can't hurt nobody more and then just leave'em here?  Don't think any of 'em will be getting up anytime soon after the castration you served up, maa-haa-haa~" The satyress proposed, and laughed.

The bandits did not laugh. They were too busy lying on the ground, holding their junk with both hands, and groaning in unified misery.

Brandy proceeded to do what she'd suggested though, without waiting for Alice's reply. She gathered up the club, cudgel and knives, carrying them in both her arms, prssed against her squishy bosom. Returning to Alice's side, she smirked.

"Well, let's go! The town's this way, yeah?"

After which, she began to lead the way back to the village, leaving the now-robbed-robbers in the dirt, alone to wallow in regret and pain for the rest of the night. Unless Alice felt like kicking the shit outta people already on the ground, then they'd probably be feeling their bruises for the next couple of days instead.