<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron & Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br/><br/>Sebastian spits on the corpse in frustration as he leaps down from the horse’s back. Hitting the earth with a muffled thud, he quickly reaches under the prone woman’s arms and lifts her easily up next to Lillian.<strong>“We have to move. Now!”</strong>He barks. Thinking of vaulting back up onto the horse as the first arrow whistles past them.<br/><br/>He was not sure the horse could run at the speed necessary to get the ladies back to the protection of the carriages with his bulk weighing it down as well. Cursing himself for a fool, he slaps the beast’s hindquarters hard to send the gelding screaming back toward the coaches.<br/><br/>Alone, in the open, he lowers his head and makes a mad dash toward the wagons. Weaving between trees or shrubs to keep something, anything, between his skin and the eyes of the bowmen behind him. Feeling like a fox in the feild.<em>No like a rabbit</em>, he thinks as the world slows around him, his senses growing sharper from fear. Every rush of air going past him sends a cold sweat down Sebastian’s neck. Any moment he expects to feel the sudden impact of an arrow.<br/><br/>Looking up he can make out the features of the others. Bond as grim as ever. Master Dupont’s wrinkled features as he took aim at another Falkovnian. The crack of musket fire and the sulphorous tang of gunpowder hanging in the air. So close now. He can hear the muffled cries of alarm as he comes within a few yards to the coaches and safety.<br/>