The tavern’s raucous laughter and clinking mugs spilled out into the narrow back alley, where the scent of spilled ale mixed with the damp earth and faint traces of burning wood from nearby hearths. Lanterns hanging on crooked wooden posts flickered in the cool night breeze, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Above, the crescent moon peeked through wisps of smoke drifting from chimneys, barely illuminating the worn banners fluttering along the guildhall’s stone walls.

Sonya stumbled slightly, her silver armor clinking as she tried to steady herself. The heat from the celebration still pulsed beneath her skin, mingling with the sharp sting of exhaustion. She muttered under her breath, brushing a stray golden lock from her flushed face, clearly irritated by the dizziness threatening to overwhelm her.

Bandit 1: “Well, well… look who’s had a little too much.” a rough voice sneered from the shadows. Two rough-looking bandits, faces twisted with drunken malice, stepped forward, blocking her path. Their breath reeked of cheap spirits as they grinned, sensing an easy target.

Sonya's tries to resist but her body is powerless right now, she can't fight back as the two drunk bandits get a good grip of her arm.

Sonya: "Get away from me you animals!" she tries to kick but barely makes a scratch.

Bandit 2: "We surely hit the jackpot tonight, that's for sure!" he says laughing maliciously, while tightening the grip on her hands.

You happen to be walking by the alley and see all of this unfolding. What will you do?