Jack
Horace's breathing was heavy, it had been a while since someone has shot him with an arrow before he could get a hit in on them. His right arm covered the wound while his left held his dagger shakily. 

"D-damn that guy..." He whispers in an agrovated tone. 

The elf would begin to think, trying to put himself in Styx's shoes... *"His skills are similar to rouge tactics, that can be proven by his accuracy with a bow and his ability to conceal himself... That means I should be able to get into his mind, even if he is crazy..."*. He would glance around noticing his blood trail that lead to his place of hiding. *"Shit! I was careless! He can track me now... Or..."* He'd stand, looking up the tree he had hidden behind. He knew it would be painful to climb but it would allow him to get the drop in Styx if he tried to use blood to track him. There was only one way to find out, he'd think as he climbed. He would relly on his natural stealthyness to suppress his pained grunts.
William
Mai slid lightly through the tree until she sat down to breathe a little, noticing out of the corner of her eyes that Styx was distracted, following the trail of blood that Horace had left on the floor. After cutting a piece of her cloak and tying it around her waist in an attempt to stop the bleeding caused by the arrow, Mai slid her hand down her thigh to pick up one of her throwing knives. As the kemonomimi did not know the plan that Horace wanted to put into practice, she decided to try to help him by moving slowly and getting a better view of Styx to throw the knife towards his left shoulder. If the attack was successful, Mai would hide behind the tree again, and hope that Styx did not see her position.

*'Please Mother, help us...'* She would think, her eyes looking up at the leaves of the trees around her.
Bobbie
*Styx, as he approached Horace's tree, would be able to follow the trail of blood leading to the base of the oak, noticing the pool of blood that flowed down the trunk, collectively turning into a small puddle at the base of the tree. He would be able to hear Horace's heavy breathing from above, and amidst the tree's shadow, saw a sillhouette of the elf on one of the branches. That also seemed to be the source of where the breathing was coming from as well. Because he hadn't came in extremely close proximity to the base of the tree, silently, Styx backed off from the tree, out of Horace's field of vision, and drew his bow once more. Taking aim, he would fire a single shot at the shadow of Horace's arm, letting it loose about 15 feet behind the tree's location.*