Draw your mace and prepare to fight

“Ta hell with that!” you yell drawing your mace and shield. Syvella backs up towards you, choosing to follow your initiative. She brandishes a dagger held in a well-trained backwards grip. Frost is quick to close rank as she raises her staff defensively.

“We were in the middle of a conversation here wench!” Redhook shouts angerly. “I nearly had her wrapped around my finger and then you open your big mouth in defiance. The sheer audacity of this bitch!”

“Big words for such a paper-thin man! I wonder if ye can swing that hook as good as ye can flap yer lips!”

Redhook lets out a disgruntled sigh and turns his nose upwards. “Men, I tire of these interlopers. Try not to harm my friend here beyond necessary.” He says pointing at Svyella. “As for the other two… Do as you wish.”

“Iyda I trust you have a bold plan to match such a bold maneuver?” Syvella loudly whispers.

“Well…” You begin to say.

What exactly is my plan?