Marietta found herself surrounded, and though she didn't show it outwardly, she was internally panicking. She knew she wasn't cut out for multiple enemies, and having someone near her definitely was enough of a hindrance as is. Once she started getting pelted by attacks that she couldn't run up and attack, she got angry.
"Y-you pieces of shit...! Get over here and fight me! Cowards, the whole lot of you...! Can't even defend your own caravans with pride...!"She was battered to the point that when the swordsman who evaded her strike came up to her, she could barely lift her sword.
"You want a piece of me...!? I'd like to see you try and beat me without your little backup, you ass-"Before she could finish her sentence, she was struck with a blow that knocked her flat out on the ground... which was a feeling she was all too familiar with. She almost expected herself to get robbed, thankfully she didn't really have anything on her, as was a tradition of her's when she would go out and try to help others... any more than one person and she was doomed to fail. She simply laid on the ground, unable to recover... until Marion healed her. The second she found the strength to get up, she found herself back on her feet, clutching her sword and growling like an angry dog.
"Come on... I'm not done with you yet... I'll take you all on, you'll see that you're nothing one on one..."