She continued sneaking forwards, knife in hand. The water would be useful; even if Pruna was of the age that living off milkshake was not a problem, and the weapons. Even though she had a knife, and a sword the more she had the better. And it meant less armed opponents.

She glanced back to check that Sandy was hidden, before leaping from her hide out, knife aimed at his kidney, roughly. He was big and looked like he could fight, so her best bet was to kill him before he realised what was going on and take his stuff.