She releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as the bandit falls to the ground. Mist only stares at him for another second or two—to make sure he wouldn’t get up and attempt another attack—only turning her attention back to the swordsman once it appeared that the raider was down for the count.
He starts bellowing again, theatrical and fearless as he tried to warn the others away… and, honestly, if Mist had been one of those raiders, she probably would have taken the chance to run. Even with how weird he was being, it was painfully apparent that Owain knew his way around a fight.
Her eyes briefly flicker down to the fallen bodies around him, and she holds back a shudder. Silly as he might be, he certainly had no qualms in killing a man.
In the corner of her eye, she spots a sudden movement. Mist tenses up and tightens her grip on her sword, ready to retaliate if she needed. Thankfully, the bandit she injured before was just taking that chance to run away. She felt bad for those wounds, but when she thought of what he and his friends intended to do with the village…
…it was a bit easier to feel more justified in her acts of defense.
Owain’s voice cuts through her thoughts, and she starts, turning to him with wide, confused eyes. “H-huh? Uh—right! I’m ready. Absolutely. It’s… time to shine.” She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for the incoming wave of raiders. She could do this. She could do this.
With a cry, Mist slashes her sword through air, sending a razor sharp blast of wind towards a few of the bandits. It cuts through and pushes some of them back, but doesn’t do much in halting the group’s advance.
Even if his attempt to use his act to scare the bandits off hadn’t quite worked, it did at least seem to have had another positive effect: it brought Mist out of her reverie, which was looking... honestly, pretty necessary now because those bandits were still coming in, and boy there were quite a few of them in that second wave, weren’t there? This could get really tricky, and he frowned for just a moment, before the bandits got close enough to see it.
He was ultimately surprised, though, by her pulling out a Wind Sword and sending blasts of magic in the bandits’ directions -- and actually doing some damage, too! Perhaps, he supposed, he shouldn’t have been that surprised, as there were rather petite but deadly women in the armies back home, too. ...She was dealing maybe not quite enough to drive them off, though. Perhaps, Owain theorized, she was new to using that type of weapon, as they were after all students here, even if Owain didn’t normally acknowledge that too heavily beyond what he had to. No matter, though! Surely, if he had managed to deal with the first wave of the bandits on his own, he could deal with a somewhat larger one while being actively assisted, and these guys WERE just bandits, after all.
“Absolutely! Shine like the brilliant stars in the night sky, my heroic companion, for through the power of cooperation and teamwork and two heroic destinies mixed into one, we shall devastate these foul brigands!” This Owain spoke while walking in front of her (slowly, since sprinting into a crossfire wasn’t a brilliant idea), holding his sword aloft, and then slowly lowering it into a guard position in the moments while the bandits still drew near. “With the mighty and unfailing sword, Spine of the World, an ancient weapon which has seen hundreds of battles and never once shipped, I will cleave through these fools, while your equally legendary weapon shall hold them off my flanks! We’re unstoppable!” Of course, it was still just a normal iron sword, but Owain thought that there was really something to be said about those! Durable and light, just the thing for dealing with a rather worrying amount of opponents with an equally worrying number of weapons.