Gisborne reacted in record time, wrapping an arm about Jas's waist and yanking her away from the swords just before they came down. Had he not been so fast, Jas may have been cut in two. "Hurry," he shouts, forcing her to keep pace with him as he sprints out of the room, Jas pulling the doors shut behind them.

"Thanks," Jas says once they were a good few feet away from Vaisey's chambers. Gisborne doesn't say anything, just shifting his grip to her hand and holding it tightly. As they rounded the corner, they were forced to stop because of a familiar asshole, a dead body, and a sniveling Vaisey.

"About time you lot showed up!"

"We wouldn't have had to if you three hadn't kidnapped a Saracen Prince," Hood shoots back. The sound of ululating makes all of their heads snap in the direction Jas and Gisborne had just come from, Gisborne tightening his grip once more. "The hall, now!" It wasn't a long run to the Great Hall of the castle, barely more than seventeen feet, and there were a few guards inside that they could use as human shields if things came to that.

"Guard the doors," Jas commands, taking control for the moment," the only reason anyone gets in here is because you're already dead!" The guards didn't move from their spots, sharing looks and a few shrugs. "Let me rephrase that, if you don't guard that door with your lives, then I will cut you open from groin to gullet and strangle you with your own intestines!" That got them moving faster than Jas had ever seen, practically shoving everyone out of the way as they sprinted up the stairs to the doors.

"What was that?"

"Me releasing my inner Candyman." Jas shrugs and slides down the railing, landing gracefully at the bottom of the stairs. "Malik, get your cowardly ass up and help us fight." The Prince doesn't even bother to meet her gaze, kneeling on the floor and staring down at his hands.

"Fools don't deserve to be rescued," he said with a shake of his head.

"I'm not rescuing you, I'm just adding to the able bodies in the room to put between me and those mad women!" She grabs a handful of his shirt and yanks him to his feet, positioning him to be in the middle of the group. "The least you can do is look like you know what you're doing."

While the Prince struck up a conversation with Hood, Jas looks around the hall for anything she can use as a feasible weapon. Unfortunately for her, Vaisey's decorations didn't include crossed swords or spears, only chairs that weighed nearly as much as herself. Screaming grew closer, the sounds of guards being cut down doing nothing for Jas's nerves.

"Here," Gisborne offers, holding out his sword.

"That's the only weapon you have," she protests, shaking her head. "I won't leave you defenseless."

"I won't be defenseless, I have my dagger and I have you." They share a long gaze for a moment, then Jas snatches his dagger and twirls it between her fingers like she'd seen him do with his sword, getting used to the balance of it and its weight.

"This will do just fine." He scowls, but doesn't have a chance to respond as everything goes silent. "They're going to toy with us, those pricks."

"Much, Djaq, John," Hood instructs, pointing to the opposite wall under the balcony," over there; Gisborne, you stay where you're at, but I want Took on the opposite side." Jas nods and moves to stand on Robin's other side. "Allan, Vaisey, you're with me."

"Vaisey's no use, so I'll help you out."

"Can I trust you?"

"I'm a Ranger, of course you can't trust me."

"Know any encouraging words that'll get us ready for what's about to happen?" Normally Jas would just shake her head and let someone else do the talking, but she'd been binge watching Game of Thrones before she came here and one speech really stuck out in her mind.

"Don't fight for your Sheriff," Jas calls out, channeling her inner Tyrion," don't fight for his castle, don't fight for honor, don't fight for glory, don't fight for riches because you won't get any. This is your city those Saracens mean to sack; your doors they're ramming. If they get in, it will be your houses they burn, your gold they steal, your friends they will slaughter. Those are brave women knocking at our door. Let's go kill them!"

Not a second later, the doors slam open and the Saracens walk out onto the wooden balcony, shedding everything until they had on the tightly fit blue tops and trousers, matching fingerless gloves that stopped at their elbows, turbans, and their short swords. They brandish their swords expertly, coming down the stairs one by one and picking the ululating back up to set everyone on edge.

The others come out of hiding and Little John bangs his staff against the floor, gaining the women's attention. The four women form a circle, always moving so that three of them were always facing an opponent, swords whistling as they're twirled through the air.

"Now," Hood commands and the brawl begins. Jas doesn't waste time trying to shield herself from a blade, just throwing Gisborne's dagger and managing to hit one of the women in the side. Instead of dropping like Jas had hoped, she pulls the dagger free and sends it flying back in Jas's direction.

"Surprise," Jas grins, using her magic to slow the knife down so that she could catch it without a problem. The woman doesn't show even a hint of fear, her training not allowing that even if she did actually feel it. "You're the one that tried to take my nose off earlier and I want you to know that I'll take your head for that." The woman lunges forward without a word, bringing one sword down towards Jas's head while swiping the other at Jas's middle.

Grunting, Jas blocks the second sword with the dagger and catches the woman's wrist, tightening her hold until the other woman's forced to release the sword or have her wrist snapped in two. With the adrenaline that came from fighting, Jas didn't even flinch before head-butting the woman, driving her backwards half a step and then plunging the dagger through her neck. Jas isn't the merciful type and she always kept her promises, telekinesis allowing her to take up the fallen sword and behead its owner with just two swings.

The Ranger lets out a sharp gasp when she feels a blade plunge through her abdomen, staring down at the protruding blade until it's removed and she could face the owner. It was another of the Saracen women and this time Jas could see the faintest amount of shock through the uncaring mask. Breaths coming out in gasps, Jas drives her stolen sword through this woman's middle, returning the favor but unable to watch as the life drains away.

She was just turning to try and find another target when she heard the ululating again, this time from the bare-chested man standing on the railing of the balcony, looking crazed as he glared down at the remaining Saracen women. He held two short swords of his own and didn't hesitate to do a front flip off the banister, landing on his feet without even a stumble.

Jas had no clue who this guy was or how he even knew they needed backup, but she wasn't going to give this gift horse a dental exam either. The man captured the women's attention, handling his swords with the same practice as the Saracens, dark blue tattoos decorating his torso just as they did the women's.

"Please tell me we don't have to fight him too," Jas whines, seating herself on the table and covering her wound with her hand. Hood moves over to her, helping by applying pressure to her back where the sword had entered her.

"He's on our side," Hood assures. "You're really making a habit out of getting stabbed."

"In my defense, the first time was accidental." She winces as the pain begins to register, growing lightheaded as more of her blood seeps through her fingers. Falling back on all the training she'd received, Jas takes stock of what was happening to her own body. Judging by the fact that the lightheadedness eased when she laid back on the table and that her respiratory rate was in normal range, she'd say she's probably only lost half a liter of blood.

"Get Malik out!" Little John takes on the chore, ushering the Prince out of the room as they others began to fight again. Hood and Gisborne stay close to Jas, both of them attacking the same woman while the new man continued with the only one left. Jas closes her eyes to steady herself, gritting her teeth as she sat up and hopped off the table, taking up the dagger and burying it in the woman's temple.

"Are you insane," Gisborne snaps, catching Jas as her legs gave out. "Stop trying to get yourself killed!"

"Don't be such a baby," Jas says in response, eyes half-lidded as he lays her back on the table. "'Tis but a scratch." He scoffs, removing his coat and tunic, tearing his shirt into strips and then tying them around Jas's abdomen to staunch the flow of blood. "How'd you like the speech?"

"It wasn't bad, all things considered."

"Yeah, it sounded way cooler when Peter Dinklage said it." She focuses on his face as the last of the Saracens is taken down, memorizing the way his brows drew together when he was worried, the little crease forming between them as he concentrated, and the way he mumbled a prayed under his breath without even realizing he was doing it. "Thanks for letting me borrow your dagger."

"You can use it anytime, but you have to make me a promise." He looks up from his work and brushed some of her hair off her face, leaving a streak of her silver blood across her cheek. "No more getting stabbed."

"I'll do my best, but I have to admit that it was worth it to see those abs of yours."