All Tha'ael can do to support her allies, then, is to emerge from the sagging, wet boughs of the dark trees, drawing and firing again as she drives on.  If none of those four brigands are moving to cut her down, she will select the next in line... if the one she has shot is out of the fight, she will continue for the next armed combatant in rhythm-- each soft-shod step silent as she fires again and agian.