Brenda
Her head left his shoulder the instant the arrow whipped past her. She was wide awake by time the arrow was swallowed beneath the frost at their feet. Bandits. With the empire and the storm cloaks at each other throats there was no reliable force in the land to hunt these scum Out of every strong hold in skyrim. While war was bad for business for some. For the bandits it's it was ample opportunity to swell their numbers. Many refugees would be lost in the wild lands to rob or worse. Sometimes former soldiers would become deserters and join up with them increasing their skilled fighters. The roads just got worse and worse every day for travellers like them. Even her sharp eyes could hardly see who fired the shot in the snow. Suddenly windhelm And it's racist wannabe king Didn't sound so bad as she hopped off her mount Going for her sword. Unlike with the Falmer. Her father had trained her for fighting other men. And this time she was not afraid. "Shit I can't see them. " The wind was whipping so hard she had the strain her eyes just to look at the horizon. She would have to rely on her sense of smell and her ears to pin point her enemy. She pressed close to her mate.
Gene
Unlike his feline companion his eyes and body were both bred and built for these lands looking in the direction that the arrow had flown in from.
Grabbing his hammer and slamming it into his opposite hand, gripping the handle tightly as he scanned the are. One thing rustled and the very small sound of bickering and possibly getting quietly chewed out for whiffing the shot.

Reian stamping his boot as he charged off in that direction, barreling through the snow as he let out a nord war cry, anyone around feeling it in their guts.
Once he dove into the brush bodies scattered, two dark elves and a wood elf all out to the sides, the wood elf holding a hunting bow, one dark elf willing a steel sword and the other holding double iron daggers.

The sword elf getting absolutely laid out with his hammer as it slammed right into his torso, sending him tumbling into the snow bank and just kinda vanishing in the dust cloud of white.
Brenda
Seeing that the Archers protectors scatter she tried to handle the wood elf with a bow herself. She counted it a mercy that it was obvious the man was poorly suited to use the bow. Probably only recently turned bandit. He fumbled for his next shot and missed her like he had earlier. Well missed anything vital as she yelled and pain as it hit her on the shoulder. It hadn't gone deep thanks to her leather armor. But just enough to Plunge through a fraction of an inch of muscle. Angrily she took her great sword and swung at him. Not to kill she aimed for the bow itself Which he used to shield himself against the oncoming blow snapping it into two. Fool. He should've practiced on bucket's first but she had when she got her first bow. Lacking confidence to face a live target Could have been his downfall If she hadn't spared him. Rather than kill him she hit him with the butt of her sword Knocking the tank skinned elf out cold in the snow
Gene
Behind her Reian wasn't being quite so lenient with them, as he lunged at the other elf, bringing up his boot and kicking the dagger free from his left hand before swinging that massive hammer and destroying his other hand.

Stepping in close and slamming his head into the elf's with a sickening crack of a headbutt
The elf staggering for a moment before dropping into the snow.
The battle rage in the nord's eyes slowly subsiding as he glanced to make sure Serrida was alright
Brenda
While an artery hadn't been nicked she still had blood trickling from her shoulder as she grabbed a hold of the arrowhead and pulled it out of her gritting her teeth. Glad it hadn't gone deeper and that her father's old armor held. But it would need to be mended. It was meant to repel sword thrust and dagger cuts. Not stop arrows. The elf was still unconscious by her feet but she looked and saw his comrades were not so lucky. She didn't criticize or fault him for what he had done. Just wish it wasn't necessary. Because she knew eventually this would happen again and she would be faced with something she had never done before. Killing her first man. And the next one wouldn't be a clumsy archer. Her gut instinct told her. The next would be a warrior
Gene
He remained stationary for a time, just gauging the area and listening closely, even smelling the air to make sure there were no others 
There were none he could sense, easing up, if only slightly as hemade his way back to serrida.

"You spared him"
Almost sounding mildy dissapointed and at the same time surprised at her actions, or lack thereof.
Brenda
" I've never killed anyone before and for some reason. It felt like it would be wrong to start with him. He seemed like too much of a clumsy idiot to actually be a killer. He hesitated. There's no honor and killing the weak. How do I do think it weird. I've always heard stories that what else were the best archers in all Tamerial "
Gene
He sighed, raising his hammer to rest it on his shoulder, if you wish to spare him, then I'll abide your wishes.
But when it comes to a fight, if your attacked at random, it's best to treat it like if you don't win that you will end up dead.
They made their choice, and they can die by it"
He'd been out here a while so such a sentiment was likely forged and set in steel over such a long time
Brenda
" Look at it like this he'll realize how much of a crap shot he was when he wakes up. See that both of his friends are dead. And he came up empty handed from this whole experience. If I were in his shoes I would quit and go somewhere else then do something else. His heart wasn't really in it. I did him a favor. " She winced as she felt the blood trickling out of her shoulder. " I'm gonna have to clean this out do you have any rags? "
Gene
He was way ahead of her, reaching onto his backpack and pulling out a roll of well clean linens, tightly rolled and to be used as bandaging.
"Always keep some on me."

The amount of scars all over his body certainly suggested he'd gone through a good many of these in his life.
"I can apply them if you wish, get a tighter wrap"
Brenda
She was already removing her shoulder pad.
 There was a small hole in it and luckily the wound was not deep. Just got into some of the muscle. None of the bone. Her fur stained by blood As a trickled instead of poured. She nodded for him to do what he must.
Gene
Taking the bandage wraps he would pull them apart, unrolling it a ways before firmly pressing it to the wound, before cautiously wrapping it around her shoulder and under her arm.
Getting it pulled tight but not enough to cut off the blood flow but just enough to greatly suppress bleeding.

"There love, I'm not sure how deep it is but it could be a bit before it's fully healed"
Brenda
She nuzzled his arm briefly with her whiskers. Then paused realizing how ridiculous she looked doing so. "Sorry Reian. Thank you... Ummm Reian could you tell me a story. Something to take my mind off the pain and ....Them" She gestures to the bobies