Arturo was impressed as the three men advanced on him, fighting as one. It was a bit frustrating and a bit tiring. He tried to keep himself between the girl and the bandits in front of him. He noticed as his men took care of the few bandits that hadn't run scared at the girl's icy fire. Knowing this was going on long enough, he drew a small blade and threw it at the man to the leader's left. It stuck in the man's throat, causing him to back down. Now the odds were a bit better, two on one.

“Not that I'm not enjoying our bit of exercise, but I wonder if you might want to surrender now. If not, I can keep going until you're both dead,” he said letting the bandits realize they were the only two of their own still standing along the creek bed.