Weapon

Jezirea darted down the tunnel, aware of the air whizzing past her as the arrow narrowly missed her.
They wouldn't be able to use their bows down in such a confined space, and she still had her dagger.

She entered back in the alter room, and jumped to the side, where she hoped the shadows would hide her and allow her to get a first hit off.

Now that she thought of it, she had been incredibly stupid. There had been far too many bandits, and if even a few of them were nearby to follow her in to the hole, she probably wouldn't be able to defend herself.

She didn't have much time to think about it though, as the first man entered the alter room. She struck quickly, before he had a chance to even spot her, and slit his throat cleanly.
However, her attack quickly alerted the other men to her presence. It looked like there had been a few by the hole after all.
The men quickly swarmed her, and she was only able to get a few slashes in at them; none fatal, unfortunately.

She grunted in pain as sharp iron entered her body again and again, but she didn't have to endure the pain long, and her world quickly faded to darkness.
End Of Story