Mallory saw Brunhilde's preparatory pyromania and gestured to the bushes at her left. They didn't look particularly flammable, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Thundercry, watch your flank," she whispered, a hand gliding to one of her rifles. "Hold down the fort here; I think I can shut up that mongrel with the poor fashion sense. If you cover me, if you trust me, I can do before the brood closes."
She smiled, her natural smugness returning to her. "I'll make it sweeter for you: I'll bet you 5 gold I can put the bitch down before a minute passes."
In one smooth motion, she drew and took aim over the horse at the closest bandit's center mass. "Heel, dog, or I'll put you to sleep," she bellowed, eager for a chance to bolster her self-esteem at others' expense.
(OOC: Shooting seems like not a good idea right now. Mal has her gun out, right?)
Mallory started to take cover behind the horse, but her ears twitched; she cut her movement short and wheeled to cut off the bandits' flanking maneuver. She drew a bead between the two not blocked by the horse and loaded a special powdered bullet into her rifle's chamber.
"I said heel!" She pulled the trigger and a swirling mass of colors burst forth from her rifle like buckshot.