Stories of Myth?

Salem vibrantly felt the wind crashing through him as he ran, almost too excited to stop in his tracks as they arrived sooner than he'd expected.

"Who goes there?"

A light sound of galloping met their ears and several arrows whizzed towards the ground at their feet as a robust beauty of a woman with the bottom half of stallion took aim at them again.

"State your business!"

She was what stories of myth would call.... a centaur....