"Mm. Right." Her half-lidded eyes still fixed squarely on the rider lass, hand on one hip and axe in the other, Maynette tilted her head slightly to one side and pursed her lips, thinking. She'd nearly swung right then and there when Elisa echoed her own sentiments, but what sense was there in throwing away a perfectly good mage if they could just put her to work instead?
Truth be told, Maynette actually did not want to have to cut down the wayward rider if possible: the warrior was hungry for Lycian and/or bandit blood first and foremost. This girl wasn't Lycian if the presence of the pegasus meant anything, and if she was a bandit, she was putting on a rather good show for the moment. The fact remained, though, that the lass was a potential liability. Mercy might just as soon bring ruin as it could victory.
Nikang had a practical point, though. Once Elisa relented, Maynette thought on it for a few more moments, then in her mind, finally yielded as well. She said nothing at first though, instead slowly bending down and yanking her tomahawk at her feet free from its rut in the sod. Only then, with a faint but genuine smile, did she address the rider again.
"...Got a name? And how good a mage are you? Do not show," Maynette quickly pointed out as she gently shook clods of grass and mud from the tomahawk in her right hand, the other axe still in the grip of her left, "Tell. Quickly."
Truth be told, Maynette actually did not want to have to cut down the wayward rider if possible: the warrior was hungry for Lycian and/or bandit blood first and foremost. This girl wasn't Lycian if the presence of the pegasus meant anything, and if she was a bandit, she was putting on a rather good show for the moment. The fact remained, though, that the lass was a potential liability. Mercy might just as soon bring ruin as it could victory.
Nikang had a practical point, though. Once Elisa relented, Maynette thought on it for a few more moments, then in her mind, finally yielded as well. She said nothing at first though, instead slowly bending down and yanking her tomahawk at her feet free from its rut in the sod. Only then, with a faint but genuine smile, did she address the rider again.
"...Got a name? And how good a mage are you? Do not show," Maynette quickly pointed out as she gently shook clods of grass and mud from the tomahawk in her right hand, the other axe still in the grip of her left, "Tell. Quickly."