<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br/><br/>Lilian gasped as she felt herself scooped unceremoniously onto a horse, the elf's hand whipping out of her grasp.  Sebastian's disapproval was as clear and biting as his ungainly method of forcing her to submission.  She could hear a Falkovnian crashing closer, she hoped that Sebastian could not understand the Falkovnian language.  The oaf was screaming "Elf whore!"  Nothing good could come out of straight laced Sebastian knowing that he was protecting a foreign slave.<br/><br/>Thrashing, Lilian she felt the wind ripple around her right arm.  Reflexively, she pulled her arm back and Lilian watched as the bullet hit the barbarian behind her.  Head swelling like a ripe tomato, Lilian could not help but watch as the head burst apart and pieces of flesh and brain spewed on the ground, trees and the elf.  Eyes out of focus, Lilian blinked rapidly, she could never get used to killing, even years on the hunt never stopped her eyes from tearing after seeing dead body.<br/><br/>Still blinking, Lilian felt another body settle behind hers, lithe and fragrant.  A quick twang broke Lilian's musings over the new delicious scent.  Hoping to control the terrified horse, Lilian grappled with the reins.  The carriages were in danger, there was no way that she could head back there.  If the barbarians wanted the elf, the would have to kill Lilian Montague first!<br/><br/>Lilian had a plan, she would take a path in front of the carriages so that Marcus would have a straight shot when the stupid barbarians followed after.  Then, all Lilian could just circle back, nothing would go amiss, this was her plan after all.  Tugging on the reins Lilian careened the gelding in front of the line of carriages eyes blazing as she galloped past.