The other guard had managed to get enough distance that he was able to handle one of the brutes, though it required that he dodge the attacks of the remain archer, who seemed to realize that if he picked off the small man, all they would have left to deal with was the swordsman.  It was not the best strategy, but bandits were not always known for their intelligence.  The small guard, Tommen, managed to get several shots into the brute the was approaching him.  He thought he was done for, as the large man continued to barrel towards him, only to have the guy fall forward just feet from him.<br/><br/>Panic still had a hold of the young man, who was really barely more than a boy.  He was knew to this sort of work, but his friends had spoken about it as if it was a life of adventure and riches.  Instead, he found this was much more deadly and risky than any of them had mentioned.  For a moment, he just stood, hidden beside the wagon that had stopped, likely due to the death or major injury of the driver. He had been pinned to the wagon, hadn't he?  Tommen could still hear fighting, the other man was clearly still alive and still doing he's best to defend the caravan. He took in several deep breaths and rounded the wagon, arrow drawn back and ready to be loosed.  He found that the other guard...what was his name, Malen?  Maleki.  He was finishing off the last brute, but the archer in the distance had already had his way with him.  The man was in bad shape, two arrows already in him.<br/><br/>Tommen spotted the archer in the distance, about to fire a finally blow, one that would likely kill Maleki and would mean the end for Tommen shortly after.<br/><br/>In that moment, Tommen did not hesitate.  His arrow flew with marked precision and caught the attacking archer right in the chest, spearing his heart.  Naturally, the arrow that the attacker had knocked flew as well, but it landed in the dirt, rather than into Maleki's anatomy.<br/><br/>They had survived the attack, for now, but Tommen rushed to Maleki's side.  All that adrenaline was about to run out and then it would just be pain.<br/><br/>"Healer!  We need the healer!"  He shouted.  Most of the members of the caravan had remained hidden until now, and suddenly, a few of them ran up to fetch the woman needed.<br/><br/>Several moments passed, as Tommen tried to help his only remaining companion and check on the driver who had been hit.  The man was dead by the time he got there, and a healer may not have helped much.<br/><br/>Aleksandra raced on her horse toward the back of the caravan.  None of the members who had alerted her to the attack had much information, but she knew that Maleki was back there and that at least one of the guards had been killed at the back.  If he died because of her foolish intrusions, she was not sure she was going to be able to forgive herself.<br/><br/>When she arrived at the back of the caravan, she did not find what she expected.  Maleki was not dead, but he had not be fully victorious either. Two arrows protruded from his body and though she thought he still might stubbornly refuse her help, she realized she could not let him.  She dismounted her horse and immediately went to his side.<br/><br/>"I can...We can dress the wounds here, but we should bring you to the front of the caravan, put you in one of the wagons...And don't tell me to leave or to fuck off.  If you do, you'll die and I'm not going to be responsible for that..."