Fort holds on the Felly with his legs as they moved over every bump, ditch, hole and of coarse the dead bodies with armor and weapons to boot. Fort relaxes by taking a deep breath, he had a few seconds before the rest of the Drakenocks got within a range he could guarantee a hit. Salim had scored a killing blow on one her self sending it to the ground,  either luck or skill that kill impressed him greatly. Fort notches another arrow, and hopes the teenage driver would get them to safety.