The bandit paused, his comrade following his lead. It wasn't looking good if he wanted to win. Wasn't looking good if he wanted to live either. The other option, surrender, guaranteed his life a little longer but this man had men with them. It wouldn't take much to be delivered to a prison. Life in prison possibly shortening by execution was how he considered living life. He glanced at his comrade and saw the grim set of his lips. They were of the same mind then. "Naw, thanks for the offer though. We live by our swords and won't be having no one best us while we still breathe."

Amber stood shivering, looking at the dead bodies and the men that had come with the stranger. They were all rather foreboding in their heavy clothes and weapons. She backed away from them and the stranger alike, turning to watch the final outcome of this skirmish. It was with somewhat an astonished gaze that she saw the bandit lung foreword, sword flashing in the sunlight.