Finally she had the chance to draw breath, and drew several before she began her prayers; it was difficult and strange to do without even having the chance to try to calm the animal, nor to examine the wound, and there was the disconcerting echo of dark and unearthly laughter somewhere in the back of her mind even as she felt the sweet blessing of Diune's touch warming her.<br/><br/>Her hands pressed to the lurching, rearing horse's side, and after several long moments the arrow began to push out of its flesh, muscle and skin drawing together behind it, and an empty hole opened deep in her own shoulder, gleaming fae blood flowing freely from it.<br/><br/>The animal lurched sideways beneath her, energized with its own panic, and charged forward under the force of it's master's will.<br/><br/>The assailant quickly came into view - another elf, tall and slim, clad all in browns and tans, and his skin much the same shade; a brilliant green glittered from his eyes, and watching the human bear down upon him, he lowered his bow and drew his sword with an alien cry, strange designs glimmering along its polished blade as he stood ready.