Still fighting.

Marinelle allowed herself a small smile as her shot struck home, felling the first warrior and sending his minions fleeing for cover. Then she pumped her fist in the air when she saw the second warrior fall from his mount, only to grimace when he rose to his feet again.

The disappointment didn't delay her for long. For the third time that day she loosed an arrow, causing one of the skirmishers to duck his head in fear at the now familiar sound of a bolt humming through the air. He didn't need to fear. Once again the target was his commanding officer, and once again Marinelle's aim was true as the barb sink into his gut just below his rib cage. The goblin warrior winced as he broke off the arrow shaft, but remained on his feet.

Tough little fucker, I'll give him that.

She spurred her horse once more to a trot, continuing to circle her prey.