The knight rushed her next opponent despite her injury. However, this time things were not as simiple as her first attack. The rest of the men had been given enough time to group together in order to face the knight. She dodged a few attacks until she felt the hilt of one man's sword hit the side of her head. It wasn't at full force and it became clear that the aim wasn't to knock her unconcious. The force was enough for her to stumble and soon enough, she froze as several blades were now drawn and pointed at her neck. Penelope gave a cold look as she was forced to surrender. One man came behind her and roughly forced her arms behind her back as he tied her wrists. The motion sent a pain through her shoulder causing her to clench her teeth again.

They gave her smug looks to which she return with a deadly gaze. "Come on. There's one more! The Thief." said the man, who Penelope assumed to be the leader of this group. Some of them then hurried off to search for Crow. In the meantime, they moved her away from the scene and she began to look around for the thief as well. Perhaps he got away? Penelope hoped he had, at least someone would make it out.

However, that wasn't the case. As the group walked on she quickly noticed the new addition. At his question the knight gave a small snort. "Sadly..." she grumbled. "Have to admit, I'm a bit surprised you got caught so easily. Prison really made you rusty." Her voice held clear bitterness, that was mainly caused by the situation and not Crow himself. 

The knight looked back ahead, quickly locating whom she assumed to be the leader of this group as he walked at the front. "Hey! What have you done to my comrades? And what do you want from us?" she demanded in a tone that quickly earned her a glare from many. The man glanced over his shoulder and smirked. "Fiery one, aren't you sweetheart?" he snickered before waving his hand casually. "I think you should be concerned about yourself rather than those two. Dead or alive they aren't going to be very helpful to you right now, don't you agree?" The man slowed his pace to fall back and walk besides the knight. He had a sinister demeanor and the behavior that made Penelope think of a snake slowly wrapping it's self around in prey in a cruel and taunting manner. "As far as what we want, well.... It depends on what all we can get."

"I hope you're expecting nothing then." Penelope growled, eyeing the man with caution. "I suppose you're seeking information then right? A weasel like yourself just loves gossip." 

There a brief look of annoyance that came from the man before he resprted back to his rather cruel, taunting manner. "Ah, refreshing... A pretty face, a strong fighter, and not a dimwit... You really are quite the young lady aren't you?" He snickered again but then time his gaze flickered into a dark glare. He moved quickly and roughly squeezed her wounded shoulder. Penelope let out a small gasp of pain before quickly closing her mouth and meeting his gaze defiantly. "Everyone has their breaking points though and don't forget you're the powerless one right now. Think of this as a warning, wench. I don't enjoy playing games." he snarled before letting her shoulder go finally. Penelope glowered at him but fell silent for now.