She watched as Robin stood, using his sword. He was in no shape to fight this man. "You know, I'm not all that short. And I do have a name. It's Heather." She couldn't help but smart off to the man, honestly 'short one'. Where'd that come from?
She stood up next to Robin, one hand leaving her weapon of choice, to catch his shoulder as he swayed. "Robin... Your not looking to good maybe you need to sit back down." With a blow to the head like that, and the way he swayed, he could have a mild concussion. She'd heard the crack all the way down the trail. Her eyes cut to tall dark and creepy, as she continued. "If he comes any closer he'll git a big hole in something he'd rather keep in one piece." She'd said it in a way that was more of a promise than a threat.