One of Scott's men had checked to see if he was alive. "Ummmm he's not breathing" another had chimmed in "what do you mean he's not breathing." the first bandit had responded "what does it sound like I mine he's not ****** breathing" a third had spoken up "well do sumthin about it" just then scott had taken in a giant gasp of air. he eyes opened but his vision was fair to blurry to see down the hill. He faintly talked to what was left of his men. "arrows.... Try not.... Too hit....  Zandra.. Fire" with that another barrage of arrows was let loss killing the rest of the men on what now was a mass graves yard. Are at least Scott had hoped.