Jack
Horace gets hit and falls off the tree with a pained grunt. Scrambling back up and pulling out his dagger with the arm that isnt shot
Susan
Are you happy now???
William
Mai looks toward Horace and Styx again, one of her hands resting on the wound made by the arrow. There wasn't much she could do for Horace to help him, she tried to hit Styx with the knife but missed. All she could do was prey to God for Horace and think on a plan while Styx was distracted with the hurt elf. *"Think Mai, think! You need to help him!"* She thought and glanced over her shoulder to look at the assassin and the elf.
```Remembering she has Rejuvenation cast.```
Bobbie
*Styx would see Horace's silhouette fall down rhe tree with an audible thud. He heard groaning as he approached, stowing away his bow and arrow and taking out his weapon, a magical longsword he had picked up off of one of the bandits he had killed. He rushed over to Horace's side, looking down on the elf who was bleeding profusely from his arm and from his chest, though the chest wound was closing slowly due to Mai's rejuvenation. Styx stopped for a moment, wondering where the 'other one' had went. Did she run to tell the guards? If so, that was mighty selfish of her, wasn't it? Leaving her friend, alone, with a murderer, and a profound one at that. He looked down at Horace, who was groaning loudly in pain. Before he wanted to deal the killing blow, he squatted down to the floor, speaking to Horace's turned body.*

"Looks like your friend left you, eh? That's quite shameful, isn't it? Do you think she's gonna come back and save you, now? Because if not, your only hope for surviving is to *Beg*. If you beg hard enough, I might go ahead and end it now. If not, I don't mind sticking your filthy hide in with a few more arrows as a penance for you trying to hunt me down. How about it, hmm?"