Araya watched, with wonder and surprise, Dametrei was a great fighter, she had to give him that. She smirked when he disappeared, but he didn't really think he was going to have all the fun right? Just because she was wearing a dress didn't mean she was helpless. She took a strong stance, about a foot from her target, took out one of her daggers and threw it at the hand of one of the bandits; the hand he was holding his weapon in. The man dropped it in shock and grabbed his hand to hold it close, he wailed in pain.

What a baby, she thought to herself as she watched the small cut on his hand trickle out blood, it wasn't even a deep wound, she had made sure of that. Her ability to accurately throw knives to inflict a specific wound was a specialty of hers.

She made quick work of the other mans weapon as well, "Hey Dametrei I think you'll find them a lot easier to deal with now," she said with a laugh.