He took both hits and dropped to a knee, the sudden drop causing the last arrow to sail over his head, and bolted for the cover of one of the wagons, another couple hits like that would have him down for a good while. He was just grateful he had that rod of healing, though he didn't have it out. Once in the cover of the wagon, he searched his bag of holding for it, keeping one ear to the combat, in case it came toward him.