The two archers that Til fired for found themselves on the receiving end of her arrows quite quickly--the second managed to keep herself alive, but as she jerked to the side and the arrow punched through her shoulder she certainly wouldn't be firing anymore arrows.<br/><br/>Sydney's swift work with the arrow caught the archer's attention--it was obvious from the simply handwork of it that he wasn't normal, and as the first archer caught the arrow to his chest and fell from his perch the second threw himself aside and dodged the thrown bolt. They seemed to have gotten the idea that to give him ammunition was a dangerous prospect, and as he raised himself to his feet he directed another arrow for the apothecary. Though he hoped to get a good hit on a prime target, seeing as she seemed to be the most heavily guarded of them, the arrow impacted Quinn's armor instead and shattered like the first.<br/><br/>Between Mira's archery and Til's, the enemy found themselves outmatched at the only range they could manage well, and before long the wounded archer Til had struck tumbled from the tree with an arrow of Mira's sticking from her gut. As one of the archers paid for attempting to close and finish off Mira, the last wildling pulled back behind the tree out of sight, keeping out of the line of fire and climbing higher in an attempt to escape above the branches.<br/><br/>In the back of the fight, the sorcerer's grip on Rocco kept him hacking away at Holt, who was doing his best to hold him off but found himself unwilling to counter attack knowing it would harm the man. Their scuffle came to an end, however, as Deidrich stepped in--Rocco's blade found itself skating off the giant's armor before a mailed boot thrust itself into his chest, bearing him to the ground and holding him there.<br/><br/>"Find the witch!" The knight called in a deep bass through the clearing. "Break the spell!"<br/><br/>Whether in response or simply out of luck, one of Til or Mira's arrows caught the sorcerer's exposed hand and broke off the piping with a surprisingly human cry of pain. The hand disappeared and he too began to climb his way higher into the trees, using the cut rungs of the wildlings to compensate for his bad hand as he attempted to scurry away into the treetops.<br/><br/>The arrows, at least, had stopped raining down, and as soon as Rocco's head seemed clear Deidrich would step off him with a nod of apology.<br/><br/>"We should press on," Quinn said pointedly, "before they can return with numbers. If we press into another territory perhaps they will not follow. Are we close to a border, or do we have much of their ground to cover? "<br/><br/>"Talk while you work, apothecary. We have injured." Deidrich added, motioning to Mira before keeping an eye on the trees.<br/><br/>For his part, Holt eyed Rocco for a moment longer before moving to pull his crossbow across his back, brushing it off from the ground and working to make sure it was clean and in working order. "Is this something we'll need to deal with," he added to the group at large, "or can we push through to the edge of the Scar and get free of this nonsense before night fall?"