"Tamsen!" the talking man roars. The man holding the girl, presumably Tamsen, claps a hand over her mouth. Talking man points his sword directly at April. 

"Seriously, back the fuck off," he says coldly. "This is your last warning."

Up comes the sword. "No thanks."

He rears his horse at her, with the intention of bringing heavily-shod hooves down on her crunchy endoskeleton. 

Hey, magic sword skills? This guy should stop having a horse.

"While the horse is rearing" is not a great time to slit a horse's throat. 

Luckily, there are many, many ways to apply a sword to a horse to fuck them up! 

Shortly this guy does not have a horse. Or a completely unbroken skeleton. He is, however, intact enough to stagger to his feet and attempt to sword at her. 

She's hesitant about leaning into the magic sword skills too hard because she doesn't want the first thing she does in this world to be 'kill a guy'. Should've asked if there's healing magic so she'd know how badly she can hurt him and have him be basically fine later. Maybe when the dust settles she'll find time to slap herself in the face about that. In the meantime, she defends, tries to get a sense of how hard he's coming for her, tries not to escalate too far past that. Also he has friends, what are the friends up to?

Probably Tamsin is attempting to bind the girl while the other one dismounts, having observed what she did to the first horse. 

Oh good. She has nothing against the horses and would rather they didn't get in her way.

She'd also rather not be outnumbered, of course, but you can't have everything. What do her sword skills think of this tactical situation? Because if she doesn't seem to have anything lined up for handling two opponents at once, it behooves her to make sure she faces them one at a time.

She has anything lined up for handling two (or more) opponents at once, but dealing with one is a lot simpler and safer. 

Which complicates this decision slightly more than if she either definitely did or definitely didn't. But they aren't any less openly trying to kill her than the first one was when he tried to run her over with his horse, and that is enough to tip her over onto the ruthless side of the equation. She changes tactics from 'defend and don't escalate' to 'fastest route from here to no longer facing a meaningful threat'.

It's a pretty fast route! Messy, too. Fortunately her Skills extend to stepping out of the way of the arterial spray. The other one sees this, pales, and changes tactics, fumbling for a crossbow at his belt. 

That looks an awful lot like a meaningful threat to her. How about no.

When she has crossed more than half the distance to him before he's managed to fit a bolt to the string, he gives it up as a bad job, dropping the crossbow and fleeing off the side of the road on foot. 

Works for her. She turns back to the girl to assess the situation.

The girl is successfully thrashing around enough that her captor can't just turn his horse around and ride off at top speed with her, to said captor's increasing frustration and fear. When April's attention settles on him, he looks at his dead friend and his dead friend's dead horse and his fled friend's abandoned horse and growls, "fuck this, I'm not getting paid enough," and shoves the girl off the horse, still bound, and then rides away at top speed. 

He wasn't exactly being careful of her safety, but there weren't any sickening cracking noises when she hit the ground, so that's good...?

"You okay?"

"Ow. Um, yeah--thank you so much--um. Could you help me get loose?"

"Yeah, 'course." She will make one good-faith effort to untie the girl without getting her sword involved, in case magic swords are like kitchen knives in this respect and using it to saw through rope would make it worse at its job, but that girl is getting untied whether or not she has to risk the health of her sword in the process.

The guy didn't have very long to bind her; the shitty knots come undone without needing swordly intervention. 

"Thank you so much," the girl says, sounding close to tears. "...I'm Anasekrah Sorren. Who are you?"

Should've asked if there's any fuckery with names. Add it to the list of things to slap herself in the face about later.

"April," she says, and it's the first time since she landed that she actually pays attention to what the hell language she's been speaking and how.

The language she's been speaking has more velar consonants than English does. She can just sort of...understand it. And speak it. She could compose a pun in it if she really wanted to, although it would take more thinking about than an English pun. 

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"I'm really not sure," she admits after a moment's thought. "I'm kind of, uh. Disoriented. Disoriented seems like the word. Would you believe me if I said I was in a different universe ten minutes ago?"

Blink blink. 

"Uh. I would be--alarmed. I would be very alarmed." 

"It's pretty alarming!"

"Great. Well, uh, if you're the Summoned Hero I guess that explains the rescuing. Um, I should probably say, they were...technically...not lying. It's just. My guardians are awful. Really awful."