Tiffaney felt her heart drop. In the short time they had been together, Lady Tiffaney knew that her lord was not a pushover. There wasn't a question that her lady had combat skills but there were five smelly boys rushing at her. Simply taking a step back the lady tossed a small canister from her belt and tossed the item at the approaching trash.
Tiffaney's heart dropped once more for completely different reasons.
She tucked herself in as the wash of air hit her from the sharp muted thunk.
"Don't look kid, just follow the old man." Stuffing a large lumpy leather bag into the noble's hand Lady Dyne quickly pushed her away.
"On me children!" Letting lose a rallying cry the lady dove into the main melee. Her blunt instrument was well suited against these non-armored interlopers. Leapfrogging over one poor soul she lunged like a fencer to tag a person in the chest that was attempting to take out old Hilda.
