A scowl heavily graced Elizabeta's features as she kept a steely glance on the group of bandits, weighing her options. This... Boar-headed thief could definitely take them down if he had those swords, but then he could slit her throat. She had confidence in her fighting skills, but she was not stupid. She did not want to take unnecessary risks. Shifting from one foot to the other, she remembered suddenly, and not without some relief, as the weight of the frying pan attached to her belt by a loop of rope banged against her hip, that she still could defend herself with her favorite weapon for which she became infamous in the village.A satisfied smirk appeared on her lips momentarily, and she handed over one hook sword to the thief, was his name not Inosuke, if the posters did not lie?, and ignored his yell of; "Give me the other one, idiot!" He was so hot-headed, how did the authorities not catch him yet? It disappointed her, really.The entire time, she had not taken her gaze off the brigands, mentally registering their weapons. All blunt, heavy weapons, but most of them were lanky, meaning they could not handle them as well as her. A low, animal like growl was emitted from Inosuke, and before anyone could register what he was going to do, he charged at the nearest brigand, not even using his sword to render him dead, simply giving him a solid headbutt. All were distracted for a while. No one considered Elizabeta a threat for now. Perfect. Undoing the knotted rope within a second, she weighed both of the weapons she had in each hand. The sword would be a back-up, she decided, but she did not need to do much anyway, for Inosuke had taken down most of them already.In one swift motion, the brigand in front of her collapsed as she lowered her frying pan, and allowed the remaining few to suffer the same fate. She did not even need to use the hook swords.

With a heavy heart, Elizabeta realised she would now need to deal with a short-tempered, proud, and none too bright warrior thief.