Leon
Marsila wanted to argue when he mentioned how he planned to attack the men who had attacked them. She didn't feel safe being alone, especially in the state she was in. How was she to defend herself if more men came to find her, especially if she could be used as bait to lure in Rekkan. It seems that is what they had planned on doing when they attacked her twice now. 

She wanted to stand and go after him but it was difficult to do so when she had three arrows lodged into her body. Fortunately, the silver arrowheads were no longer inside her body as they protruded out the back of her shoulder and thighs so she didn't have to worry about the effects if they were still currently in her body. It would have also made it a lot more complicated when they had to remove it. The burning sensation continued as the wounds attempted to slowly heal themselves but was unable to do so as the wounds still had the arrow's shaft inside. 

She didn't know how much time had passed as she waited impatiently for the Scholar to return. Marsila hoped he was safe and didn't get himself killed or else she would be found by the men hunting her and Rekkan down. She wondered what Rekkan could possibly be doing at this very minute, had they gotten to him also? There was no doubt there were more of them looking. 

Closing her eyes, Marsila begged herself to pass out. She wouldn't be in as much pain as she was currently if she was able to do so, but unfortunately she found it impossible. So she was left to her thoughts instead. She wondered anxiously if they had caught on to her being a shifter, knowing they wouldn't have brought the silver weapons otherwise. It would have made sense as she was with Rekkan at all times and was never seen with the big cat. Perhaps she should have separated herself from him when she had the chance. Then again, she couldn't imagine leaving him to deal with the bounty on his head by himself.
Daniel
The two remaining men whirled around in confusion to find their companion on the floor with a bolt sticking through his skull. They then began to look around in panic, desperately trying to find that damned scholar and shifter. They were disoriented and they couldn't even see him. How would they be able to find him?

Those worries were put to rest for one of the men. He didn't even see it coming, the bolt entering the back of his throat and protruding out of the front. He choked on his own blood as he gasped for air, falling to his knees with a hand around the bolt. Fear filled his eyes before he finally fell forwards, the pupils dilating as his breath eventually stilled.

Meanwhile, the last soldier had caught wind of where the scholar might have come from, his eyes falling on a particularly thick set of bushes. He picked up his sword and ran in a staggering motion, hoping to find the scholar and slice him down before he had another chance to load another bolt.

But when he got there... No one was in sight.

"Looking for me?" A voice came from the left.

The man stood upright and turned his head just as Eotum fired his bolt. The projectile sailed through the air, the point spinning through as it burrowed deep in between his eyes and pinning him to a tree. His eyes rolled up his head as his jaw dropped agape, his arms falling lifelessly at his sides and releasing his sword in the process.

The scholar released a breath before returning to Marsila to tend to her wounds. 

He knelt before her and put down his crossbow before helped her lie down on the grass. He then opened his bag and dug into its contents, first taking out a clean cloth. 

"Here. Stuff this into your mouth. It will probably hurt very much, and the bolts might be designed in a way that's difficult to remove."
David
The leaves and bushes rustled to the left of the group, but the scene to their right was shocking and gripping their attention. It was unnatural, it was frightening. They didn't sign up for it. Large hands erupted from the dense foliage and arms followed. They wrapped around the neck of the thug on the far left and made him hostage.

"H-Help!"

The remaining group turned to the source of the scream and saw their companion held by their prey. They aimed their crossbows, the two remaining ones, and the man with the blade stepped to the side. "Troublesome, aren't you?" He mused, trying to not let the former gore scene and the current situation get the best of him. "Fire."

The leader's insensitive words struck one of his men's heart. It was his friend between their aims and the wanderer, why would he shoot? But the other did not hesitate and fired, sticking a bolt on the right shoulder of the hostage.

"What are you doing?!" The thug still not firing asked, gritting his teeth.

The swordsman took his crossbow by force and took aim, trying to shoot at Rekkan through the man. The large man shifted and made the sizzling bolt hit the gut of the mercenary he was holding. The thug groaned in pain as the silver stuck to his flesh and innards. "Tsk. Draw your swords and attack him!"

The leader's cold behavior disgusted the man he took the crossbow from. Thugs they were, but there was some sort of code, no? They were friends, were they not? The two of them, hostage and riled up merc, maybe. But they were just fodder to Atovar and his lieutenants, to the man leading him in this small detachment.

Rekkan watched as the men drew their swords, but was surprised at the scene that unfolded. The irritated man attacked the head of the group, hacking at his side in a fit of rage. The other crossbowman tried to react, only going as far as barely blocking a swing before falling victim to the relentless attack of his former ally. What a twist.
Leon
Marsila focused on her breathing, steadying each breath she took, finding it dimmed the pain enough to properly think as her flesh attempted to close the wound with fail. When the scholar gave her the cloth, she took it immediately as her hands shook before shoving it into her mouth. 

She knew the pain she was about to suffer as Eotum removed the shaft from her body would be intense. Fortunately, once the shafts had been removed, the silver inflicted wounds would finally begin to close. It was a slow healing process but to her luck, the shifter was able to heal at a faster rate than a human so the wounds no longer bled and it would take a few hours before the wounds fully closed. 

The grass felt nice as she laid her head back against the ground, using any possible distraction to her advantage. Closing her eyes once again, Marsila began to focus on the sounds around her. She listened carefully as the winds brushed through the trees and bushes, rustling the leaves and branches. The more she focused, the more clear the sounds around her became. 

To their luck, she couldn't hear any more men making their way towards them, allowing them some peace. 

How long would it be until they were found again? The scholar was smart to have her shove something in her mouth so she wouldn't scream so loudly, otherwise they would have definitely drawn attention. It also allowed her to not bite so harshly on her own teeth or tongue though that was the least of her worries.