On SABRE, close, as she looks over her shoulder at us, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the guards.
4. HANS: …I fancy them quite a BIT.
Wider, SABRE has turned so the GUARDS are on one side, HANS on the other, backing away slowly.
The GUARDS are still trying to flank her; HANS moving in on the other side.
1. HANS: Come, it was a valiant attempt, but it is
over now, I think.
2. HANS: Even YOU cannot defeat FIVE of us at ONCE.