"Terribly sorry, next time I'll let the hooded idiots bludgeon you," she snaps back at him, something about his smirk only serving to annoy her further. He has that affect on her, has had from the very moment they met, and while she does, for the most part, find it endearing, at this very second she isn't particularly endeared to anything.

One of the others swipes at her with a blade and Sylvie jerks back, the blade passing through the air where she had been standing just a second before.

"Piss off," she spits at the man with the blade who advances again. He's trying very hard to appear menacing and Sylvie punches him hard in the face. Under her knuckles, his nose breaks, blood spurting from both nostrils, and he drops his knife in the sand.