Oh. They were going to take her from Hidemune. Something clicked in her head, and suddenly, she was halfway toward Hidemune, walking calmly toward him. "Sure." The man who had been holding Minehime was still in place, only now, his arms at the elbows were missing, the severed arms laying on the ground; a clean cut. "As long as I can have your heads." She wrapped her arms around Hidemune's neck and held him gently. All of the men who held Hidemune didn't even have time to register what happened; all at once, their heads fell from their shoulders, severed neatly at the neck. "Daijoubu?" She asked Hidemune, looking up at him in worry; the only bandit left standing was the man who's arms she had cut off.