Susan
Horace bars his teeth as his shoulder tears and the arrow pierces his other arm. It would take a more to kill him, then again it would take a lot longer to heal from this too. Weakly, he would draw his dagger as Mai pounced on him wincing as he saw Styx plunge the arrow into her shoulder. Taking the opportunity from Mai pinning Styx down, he would stumble towards them, kneeling when he got there. He would place the dagger up against Styx's neck.

"Ok you murderous psychopath, surrender yourself or ill kill you here and now!"

Horace would apply pressure to the blade, poking Styx's neck making him bleed slightly as if incentive to cooperate. *"We finally got him down! Now, all we need to do is get him to the guards... Or we can kill him now and be done with it."* Horace would ponder this for a moment before looking up at Mai.

"So, how do you wanna do this?"
Scott
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Timothy
Mai would fall and feel an intense pain in her shoulder because of the wound Styx had caused with the arrow. But by luck, or her bad luck, she would fall with all her weight on the man, which would probably cause him to lie there with his legs and one arm immobile. She would look at the man before looking up to see Horace, who was coming to point a dagger at Styx's neck. Did it feel like the end, maybe? Because of the arrow, she couldn't move her left front leg much because of the serious injury that was caused by the arrow. So she decided to try to put the maximum weight on Styx, and with her right paw, she would stick her claws into the man's left shoulder under her.

There is no way to describe how much anger she felt there. But it could very well be seen in the eyes that looked at Styx with attention and hatred. When Horace asked her, for a moment she thought. If they delivered him alive, perhaps the reward would be greater, but there was a chance that Styx would escape. If they killed him, the reward would be less, but Styx would no longer be able to hurt one of them or run away.

She looked up in the direction of Horace, and had forgotten that she couldn't communicate with, but by the look in her blue eyes and the claws tucked into his shoulder, Horace could have judged that she wanted to kill him.
Bobbie
*Infuriated, and filled with anger, Styx would seemingly have no where to go from this point on since the full weight of a panther was upon him. He thrashed about, which caused Horace's dagger to wobble against his neck, not seeming to care in the slightest that the blade was slowly digging into his throat. However heavy Mai was, she wasn't heavy enough to completely immobilize the murderer, seeing that he was still able to flail and struggle about, causing Horace's already weakened grip to grow more loose as he tried to break free of Mai's weight. As Mai's claws dug into his other shoulder, he gritted his teeth, holding back his screams of pain. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he would use one of his arms to reach towards the arrow that was still stuck into Mai's shoulder, taking it own repeatedly and stabbing at her side as a final resort to try and get her off. It would pierce through another part of her shoulder and would come close to stabbing all the way through the flesh until it was in extreme proximity to her diaphragm. Styx probably would have continued his ruthless assault if the arrow hadn't broken once it had, finally, gotten stuck in Mai as he tried to pull it out; that was when the wooden shaft, now covered in blood, had snapped. Realizing this, his eyes darted around the area to look for a way to escape, but it would seem like there was no where to go with the panther on him. Horace had his knife to his throat, but Styx banked on the fact that his grasp was weaker than usual due to his prior injuries; in a last, desperate attempt, he would try and jerk his head back suddenly so that it would hopefully bash against Horace's hand, or at least try and disarm the elf from his knife.*
Jack
Horace would nod to Mai's gaze, knowing what to do. Though as he looked back down readying to slit Styx's throat as he stabbed into Mai's side. He felt sorry for her, but took comfort in the thought of this ending. However, As Styx nocked his hand away, his already weak grip would release the blade. Though instead of panicking, Horace would instead get Styx into a choke hold and begin suffocating him, If possible snapping his neck.
William
By stabbing Mai repeatedly, she would feel immense pain that would cause her to react with the claws that were tucked in Styx's shoulder to go a little deeper into his flesh. But unfortunately she couldn't take it anymore, and then she started to transform into her normal form. And due to the carelessness of the creator of this character, Mai would return to her normal form, with the wounds in the respective places that Styx had caused her, however, without any clothes to cover her. For everyone there, this situation would be a little uncomfortable. But Mai didn't care at that moment, what she should focus on was the man who was under her and that she still had her claws clamped on his shoulder. 

With the greatest effort, and the only one that was left, she removed the claws from his shoulder and stabbed as deep as she could in Styx's chest, hoping that it would reach his lung or heart, if possible. With her left hand she would try to support herself with a lot of pain, because of the wounds on her left shoulder and on her side, but if I need to stop any attack from the killer, she would use it to attack him with her claws.

She just wanted it to end. The pain she felt was unbearable, and she imagined how Horace was feeling. Mai knew only one thing; she sure as hell wouldn't let that bastard get away.