As splinters of the arrow shaft showered to the ground, Dayna was easily reminded of her combat with the bear years ago. A part of her was pleased that she would have the pleasure in fighting the man, an easy victory on the road of revenge was not one that she wanted. This man though, he was definitely faster than the bear had been. His movements were too quick to get a successful shot off so the woman held tight knowing she did not have an unlimited supply of arrows.

The male jumped over the banister, the distance between the two narrowing moment by moment. She could have ran, but such a thing would be pointless. She would end up lost, or cornered or both. At least here she could make out her surroundings and with neither trying to hide, she felt that leveled the playing ground a bit. Instead, she slid a foot back, changing her stance slightly.

She spoke not as the man questioned her, wanting to know what she had been told. A story told to her every night since she was a child that she practically relived what happened so long ago in her dreams, it was enough to know what sort of monsters the members of the House of Vladamir were.

His step closer to her caused Dayna to draw the arrow tighter. While she didn't like using a bow at close range, she could, but blades would have been better. With the arrow ready for flying, it would be wiser to let it loose rather than just trying to change to the slender blade on her hip.

He lowered his weapon some. Was he underestimating her? Did he view her as an easy opponent because she hadn't let loose the third arrow yet? Or because she was a woman? Either thought angered her and she shifted her fingers on the string some. He was silent again and the woman prepared to loose the arrow when he requested her name.

A smirk graced the woman's lips as she smoothly replied, "Dayna Cain." With that, her bow tipped to the side some, the arrow flying towards the male's bicep. She didn't move for another arrow this time, but rather tipped the bow the horseman had given her, charging the man, the bow poised to take a blow from the sword.