They were going to meet bandits sooner or later, that was a given. Leifr just wished that they didn't come themselves at such an inopportune time. Glancing back at Lyrisa with worry, he pondered on how to get out of this predicament without himself or his company being seriously injured. The fact that he had a passenger on his horse limited him severely in horsefighting as he'd be hard pressed to defend not only himself and his horse but her as well. Not to mention that she didn't have a sword or shield or any other weapon that was easy to use on horseback. Liefr decided that his best bet was to try bluffing.
Leifr forced a confident smile and bit back his nervousness. As he started pulling his shield off his back he looked over to Fiore and said in as nonchalant a tone as he could muster,
“We are in luck, Blade Master. To think that we would find our targets so quickly. Our tasks as forward scouts are almost complete, milord: Now,” Leifr furrowed his brow and revealed a toothy grin, trying to look as intimidating and fearless as possible, “I must ask that you, a famous warrior of the north who has slain over one hundred men, to dirty your blade on a few mongrels such as these while we await our noble lord's full retinue of eighty veteran soldiers to arrive.”
With the end of his bluff marked by him finishing equipping his shield to his arm, he looked at Fiore and then glanced at the one with the crossbow in effort to communicate that Fiore should head for the ranged fighter. Leaned back so that he was a bit closer to Lyrisa, he whispered,
“Lady Kortine, I must ask if you know how to ride a horse.”
If she answered that she could, Leifr decided that it would be best to get off himself and have her retreat on his warhorse to a safe distance. He forgone the armor that was usually place upon warhorses in hopes that the unburdened horse would be able to run faster than any other bandits. Of course, if she couldn't, Leifr had one of two difficult choices to make: to fight with her holding onto him, or to ask her to get off and then try to protect her from horseback.
“But maybe if they tell us where their base is located, we can spare them!” Leifr yelled out as he unfastened his cursed blade and pointed it at the bandit with the two axes, faintly hoping that one of them could sense the wretched aura that consumed Leifr's arm. He hoped that his bluff worked, and if it didn't he really wished that the bandits themselves would give them a chance to escape or strike first.