Draugnot raised the bow to finish her off when he seen that the arrow missed a vital organ, only going through her shoulder. When she didn't move however, he hesitated and lowered the weapon while releasing the pressure on the string. Was she dead?
Orkhan stared at her for a couple of seconds, waiting for her to get up. When she didn't, he looked quizzedly at Draugnot. It hadn't looked to him like she had fallen that hard... the human girl had taken worse hits at the orc camp and gotten back up. Grumbling, he stepped out of the trees towards her and jabbed her in the side with his boot. Still, nothing. It wasn't until then that he noticed the faint rise and fall of her chest. "She's alive," he grunted.
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Mark stared in amazement at the grey horse, his initial wariness of the strange animal beginning to ebb. He hadn't ever seen a horse that would do something like Stone did. Bagira was a little bit shorter then him, and lighter but it still took him a couple of minutes to hoist her up as his shoulder was still very sore, and his stomach muscles were bruised.
Once she was in position, he stepped over Stone's back behind her so that she could lean back on him. It would be a challenge trying to steer the horse and hold Bagira, but he had a feeling that the horse would know where to go. "Take us to Aberdeen," he said quietly. "Its closer then Wedmor."