These people had no masks nor symbols, they looked like bandits attacking a wealthy looking target, from the looks of them at least on the surface. Arrows rained on the guard and though two guards were injured, none had dropped from the saddle.<br/><br/>"Orders, Sir!" One of the soldiers shouted at Gabriel. It took a fair bit of self-control from them to not just charge at an enemy firing at them but they were disciplined enough to not do so, especially since enemy had proven before to be a tricky one.<br/><br/>No protectors were along on this ride either. Only guards, albeit more experienced group of them.<br/><br/>Gabriel was saddled and facing an enemy firing arrows at them from a 200 feet range, trying to turn them into pincushions. Most of the shots were poorly taken, but they were not showers of arrows in their general arrow, but shots fired at individuals. Not military tactics but a group of idiots firing wildly.