She was terrified, especially after he'd left her to go first. Ithacles was not a Prince, by any silly definition of the word, he was something more mythical. Vedette watched from around the rock as the first man stormed forward intending on using his sword to kill Ithacles. Vedette's bow was in her hands before she knew what she was doing. But Ithacles was moving faster than she'd ever seen a human move.
Faster than his father.
Vedette's eyes instead fell on the next man rising and raising a throwing dagger in his hand. Intent on killin Ithacles. Vedette was aound the rock and an arrow rushed to meet the man head on. The first was not a warning shot, instead the man dropped dead on the spot. A heavy arrow right through the eye was enough to make anyone drop dead, if not down in fright. The others were rising and yelling. Awakening the sleeping fellows. Vedette was already littering them with arrows, though some did not connect as she had to focus on where Ithacles was as not to shoot him.