" Thank you, Ali Baba!" Sindbad unsheathed his sword.
" That's mine!" Jamil yelled.
" It's ours." Ali Baba corrected, taking out his dagger and the leather-bound book the man had claimed. " Saad said that you liked to show off your possessions. So I thought you would put them at the entrances where everyone could see them. And I was right."
" I like your wit," Sindbad praised.
" More importantly, should you be facing him?" The boy asked worriedly as he looked at Wahshi.
" You're severely wounded," Zarqa added, reminding him of the state he was in.
" I'll be fine," he looked back, flashing them a reassuring smile, that one that always managed to convince them everything was under control even if it wasn't. " Who do you take me for?"
Wahshi seemed to take it as an insult and he lunged forward. Sindbad took a few steps back as he deflected his thrusts.