The man closest to them moved forward, and Ilona didn't wait for the Prince to stop her. She took a step in front of him, and before the thieves realized what was happening, both of her swords flashed through the air. They came to a stop pointed at the heart of the big man before her.
"You're going to want to rethink that plan," she spoke steadily, eyes unblinking as she stared at him.
One of the men behind him scoffed, but she saw the big man looked nervous. Mason stepped up beside her, his sword in hand as well.
"What do you think you're going to do then, girl? Fight us?" the greasy-haired man demanded.
"Obviously," she replied in annoyance.
"You're a woman! We're bigger and stronger than you. What on earth makes you think you can beat us?"
Ilona smirked, "A lifetime of beating men at swordfights."
