Cassandra did not care if she was outnumbered. If it was twenty to one, it may be a problem, to be sure. But less than that...

"Give us your coin, girls!"

No luck in staving them off, then, as two unwashed bandits came out of the foliage, bearing crude blades. She could hear more rustling in the bush, too. "Stay behind me, Lucille," she said, getting her sword up in the ready position. "You will regret this!" she called to the bandits.