Susan
Horace would jump at the sound drawing his dagger again. He would make a slight yelping sound as he did turning towards the sound. His hands shook as he looked on at the severed arm 

"What kind of twisted fuck is this guy!? I can't believe someone like that can even be called human."

He approaches the arms, gaging as he does so. *"What does a man have to go through to become this sadistic, this corrupt?"* He thought as he approached the arm. After he arrived at the arm, he examines it. Though what this would yield he knew not, he just felt he should get a good look at it. He kneels down to it, lower his guard for the moment, continuing to observe the arm.

"He's still here, that's for sure. Though i don't know if that's good or bad.."
Timothy
Mai blinked a few times when she heard the hand dropping close to them, her eyes flew to see it on the floor. A serious expression came over Mai's face, hiding the previous one in disgust. She continued to look around, standing where she was while Horace had gone to see and inspect the hand on the floor. *"Where are you, Styx? Come on! I'm dying to catch you and give you to the police."* She thought as her eyes glanced everywhere she could think he was hiding.

"We need to be aware. Don't let your guard down."

She said with a more serious and cold tone, still hiding her left hand under her cloak. Her claws extended, waiting to taste the blood of someone again.
Bobbie
*Styx watched as the elf boy yelped in distress when the hand landed next to him. This was what his pursuers were? They sent these incompetent fools to bring him back? Well, it didn't matter, did it? As long as he was able to dispatch of these fools and escape his retribution, it didn't matter to him who was at his heels.*

*However, Mai's reaction caught him slightly surprised. She didn't look flustered nor distressed in the slightest; rather, in stark contrast to the elf, she wore a mask of seriousness that Styx could feel in his hiding place. It was an aura that he found amusing - it was like she was defying the oppressive of his own creation, even though it was useless to. Like a small candelight in the pitch blackness of the night, this futile attempt of opposition amused him so. He cackled softly to himself, then took out a bow that one of the bandits had kept on him. Drawing an arrow, he aimed it towards Mai's chest, whispering softly to himself before letting it loose:*

"Right here."
Susan
The elf stands, shaking his head, "Poor things..." He turns again, approaching Mai with an uncomfortable look on his face.

 "We need to find this guy soon..." He'd say in an impatient tone. *"Or we can just leave*" He thinks too himself. "I suppose we should start searching around."

Horace looks over at a section of forestation. He moves over to it and begins searching around.
Timothy
Mai's cold pale blue eyes flew in the direction of Styx, in which she had heard the sound of an arrow being released towards her and Horace. She would give a sidestep to dodge the arrow as it came towards her chest, her eyes following the arrow flying right in front of her and going straight into the darkness behind her and the elf. As soon as the arrow would fly past them, Mai's eyes would rush to look in Styx's direction. They seemed to be filled with hatred and courage. Mai was probably not like most people.

Mai's right hand would try to take her throwing knife from the thigh accessory and launch it in the direction from which the arrow had come. Mai's serious expression would continue to dominate her face, she was certainly different from many that Styx had already encountered.
Bobbie
*Unfortunately, as fast as Mai was, an arrow was no easy projectile to dodge, especially since she was essentially caught off guard at a moment's notice, combined with the natural speed of an arrow being released from a bow. It would sink into her chest, causing her lower abdomen to bleed profusely. Styx would have aimed another arrow towards her head this time, but was interrupted by a throwing knife aimed towards his direction. However, he didn't really need to worry about that, since his natural position inside a tree would give him an advantage. The knife would hit a branch, falling to the floor with a clanking noise. Styx reloaded his bow, but quickly fired another arrow towards Mai's direction, though this time was strictly aimed at Horace rather than Mai.*