"I don't think they are eager for a fight. I mean look at them...they look terrified, and yet they aren't running. It's like they are waiting for something bigger to come along" she whispered back, impressed with how cool he was being under pressure.
Just when she finished her sentence the something bigger came around the corner. It was what appeared to be a giant misshapen butcher. She discreetly slid her hand down to her boot and pulled out her dagger. "When I tell you to, step to your right" she whispered, and then waited for just the right moment.