The horrors of the initial sight of the hunters, the<span style="font-style: italic">helwyr</span>, had passed.  Kyosera grimaced, and lept to the side at the last minute, the horse narrowly missing her with it's hooves.  A deft paw grabbed onto the arrow she jammed in it's side, and she climbed atop, leaving her bow on the muddy ground behind her.<br/><br/>She took hold of the reins of the screaming horse, standing atop it.  She let out a shout, and steered the horse after it's compatriots.  She couldn't ride a horse like this for long, but standing atop it gave her enough leverage to tug on the reins and actually turn it.<br/><br/>Her golden eyes were wide as she chased after the wraiths, mounted upon one of their own horses.  What in the name of the Sun were these things?  To be immune to an arrow?  Likely a sword as well?  And to be so accurate, so unerring as to not even take note that she was in their path?  Kyosera swallowed such thoughts for now.  There was battle to be had.  Details of why and when and how could be sorted out later.<br/><br/>And so, the small fox hunched over, standing on the stem of the horse's neck as she tried to urge the wounded mount to go faster than it's brethren.  If she couldn't kill the beings, she could at least kill their mounts.  And level the playing field more.