Maria gazed was upon the bandits. A gaze just as menacing and determined as a cornered beast. The men that were blocking her path looked at each others wondering what to do. Their leader did give them strict orders to contain her, alive, until her friends arrived. Indeed, it seemed that this knight's sister knew her well enough, as expected. However, she did not tell them much about Maria so the men did not know exactly if she was a dangerous person or not. Most figured not. A single woman, even if she had been a knight before, what real threat could she pose? They found their answer in her intense stare now that she stood before them, sword in hand, asking to see her sister. Even then, one of them forced a laugh in order to ease the atmosphere. How could a single person cause such an ambiance among so many battle hardened men, after all? 

''Hah! You want to see our leader? Well, that is why you're here actually sweetheart.'' while speaking, the man took a few steps towards Maria. Loyal to his kind, the man was obviously trying to look like a bigger deal than he really was. It was obvious to Maria that by speaking like this he tried to reassure not only his comrade but also himself. Put a terrified lamb amid'st a wolf's pack and you will see the lamb being devoured, but the same pack would surround and growl at their prey if it stood its ground while giving the wolf an equally menacing growl. Maria lived and learned to fight by placing this rule in the middle of it all; fighting while showing no emotion nor any kind of fear. It won her countless fights...for by showing no fear to a man, you inspired it in his own heart. Even then, no one moved and Maria was losing patience, a rare thing indeed. She took a step toward the closest man, the one who spoke up. He almost took a step back. 

''Then step aside and let me go see her before I cut you in half.'' She said, voice as sharp as her steel. A couple of them draw weapons and a few others just let out small laughs to convince themselves that this scene was more grotesque than it really was. A lonely woman threatening the whole of them, surely there had nothing she could do. [s]Little did they know that her whole group of friend was now on their way to assist her in this dangerous task, and not dally-dallying around the village without as much as a clue of what was happening[/s]. It was enough. Maria drew her sword and dashed on the man in front of her, who thought a good idea to draw his weapon at the last moment. In a single movement Maria broke away his guard and, after a quick flip on herself, her sword dug deep into the man's side, almost severing his spine. He fell to the ground drowning in his own blood, squealing like a dying animal. In a gruesome noise, Maria dislodges her large sword from the body and trusted it into the ground right in front of her, taunting others to refuse her demand. No one did, and Maria proceeded to the back of the camp.