Sacha pauses, not turning. "So what? You think us Rabins  are stupid?" She asks calmly, trying to determine the best course of action. She could tell the girl was too close to use her bow. Sacha smirks, remembering the dagger she had picked up. "You're right." She says after a few moments. "You Broms  aren't pushovers." She then turns to face the Brom, lashing out with the dagger.