"Hm…still not enough." Myouga put a hand to her chin with a frown. "Now where did Mister Bowman run off to?" The twang of the bowstring told her his location and her mouth widened into a cheeky smile as she spotted the man. This time instead of warning shots, she aimed for a direct hit. All at once, he was assaulted by multiple balls of light hitting him near the face and torso, creating a flash bright enough to stagger and blind him for a few minutes. The brightness would also reveal his location to anyone close by, making him a sitting duck until he could see again.

Teleporting herself to a new location, she prepared to use more heavy-handed methods if they continued being unwilling to run off with their tails between their legs. There were so many different ways to choose. Should she could make him slip and fall on his backside? Or singe the seat of his pants? If she had a clearer view of what he was wearing maybe she could 'help' unbuckle his trousers or drop a beetle down his shirt. Moving her index fingers in a circular motion, she made the shadows around Hakon move around to create the illusion of someone else there, ready to strike. Hopefully that would distract the other hooligans enough for the armored woman to gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, a flash of light drew her attention. Not too far away, the archer who had previously been so sininster was covored in mud and grabbing at his face like he wanted to take it off. With him looking so pathetic, the young girl couldn't help herself. She ran towards him, taking a small detour to grab her staff before running forward and swinging with all her might. Forget style, forget technique, Synthesis used every ounce of strench she could muster from throughout her body to rap the man around the legs. She must have caught his shins becease he fell to his knees.
He didn't need any more than a nudge now to get him running. "Beat it!" She cried, still out of breath, "Next time, hopefully you think twice before bothering people."
The man scrabbled to his feet and ran, almost doubled over. She watched until he was a small dot.
Turning around, Synthesis was shocked to spot another person besides Harkon, but they were posturing in her defense so she could hardly complain. The she noticed the blood, running unchecked down Harkon's arm. She jogged over and grabbed the skin around it as gently as she could, eying the figure next to her with suspician. They almost didn't look real. They flickered and Synethsis felt a strong presence of magic emminating from them. Where had they come from?
She turned back to study the wound. As she suspected, it had been caused by an arrow and a piece of it was still imbedded in there. She dithered uselessly, unsure of whether she was supposed to get the arrowhead out before she attemped to bandage it, heal it, whatever. And if so, should she try to remove it with her fingures or was magic required? The only magic, she knew was plants and healing, not telekenesis.
As she stood, she noticed two of the men lying in quite a sorry state and one of them only half dead. At least that accounted for all of them. She felt bile rise in her throat but she swallowed it down, along with all her rising fears.
What should she do?

Hakon blinked as the little shadows appeared, furrowing her brown in confusion. What the hell? But alas, as her temporary companion appeared, she felt her heart sinking. She must have seemed quite the sight, blood spattering her forarms up to her elbows and a steady stream flowing from her shoulder - she opened her mouth to speak but quickly broke into a pained hiss as the little girl pressed against the wound, instinctively, Hakon smacked Synthesis' hands aside. It hurt like hell! 

Seeing the girl tear up, she instantly began to feel bad, but quickly grasped the remaining shaft of the arrow, taking a few steadying breathes before wrenching it out roughly. She wanted to pass out, but instead sank to her knees, her entire body breaking into a cold sweat as pain rolled over her in crashing waves. Nonetheless, holding the bloody arrow in a white-knuckled fist while crouched next to the two corpses, she forces a smile," Oh- it's alright, don't cry, it's just a scratch," she tried between grit teeth, forcing a soft laugh.

"Looks like my job here is done." A voice spoke from the shadows of the trees. A figure in white emerged, with her white hat covering her eyes. As soon as this third person appeared, she snapped her fingers and the shadows returned to normal. There was an impish, ethereal atmosphere around what appeared to be a young girl with black hair as short as a boy's. Hopping from one foot to another, she came closer to the two. "Hmmm. That looks pretty painful, I'll say. I think I might have something for that… If you want it, that is."

The odd 'child' tilted her head from side to side with a cheeky little smile as she looked the other two over. A fighter and…some other mage maybe? Probably self-taught, as she wasn't dressed like someone who learned her spells at school. Myouga twirled around doing a little dance waiting for the warrior woman's choice. She had a potion to help heal that nasty gash in her shoulder, but she wasn't going to give it to someone who didn't want it.

The side of Synthesis' wrist sting from being slapped away. She cursed herself - cursed it all! Why couldn't she stay calm? Why couldn't she have been more gentle, more useful? Why was she so useless?!
She watched with shock and morbid satisfaction as the arrow was wrenched from its place in Harkon's shoulder. The woman fell to her knees with a thud.
Harkon tried to brush it all off as a scratch, trying to make Synthesis feel better even though the girl wasn't wounded at all. But nonetheless blood ran even more freely now.
Synthesis lowered berself to crouch beside the other. She didn't dare to touch her again but instead she closed her eyes and began to pour as much strength as she could into healing the wound, her concentration growing as a fragile silence lengthened.
When she felt she could give no more, Synthesis released the spell and opened her eyes. She was proud to see the blood had mostly stemmed, even though the hole where the arrow had been still gaped at her.
Beside them, the mysterious individual flickered again, in a way that made Synthesis think of solid shadows twisting reality into shapes that shouldn't be there. They stood like a guard, unmoving apart from the motions necessary to draw breath.
Synthesis was pretty drained now and sat down properly.
"Harkon," Synthesis murmured quietly, "Is there anything I can get you? Anything I can do?"

Just st that moment, Synthesis noticed another youthful girl wearing a white hat. She had emerged out the undergrowth like she had been a part of it and was approaching slowly. She smiled like she dad just witnessed an amusing game.
She snapped her fingers and the shadoe guard vanished. She shifted and twirled around in a sort of dancing movement as she adressed Hakon amiably enough, even offering a replacement remedy for Synthesis' best attempt - which was admittedly quite poor.

Hakon sighs in relief as the wound is relatively healed, placing her hand over her shoulder- exhaling, inhaling, exhaling meditatively as she begins to focus on healing it as well- her palm glowing with the vagues white light as she finishes what the little girl managed to start.

Then, her hawk-like eyes lock upon the newcomer critically, biting her lip as she slowly shakes her head," We are fine… Who would you be?" she asks vaguely, furrowing her brow.

The arcanist stopped mid-twirl and put her hands together, leaning forward. "Who me? I guess you weren't paying attention, were you? I guess that's the thanks I get for helping from the shadows." She leaned her head on her hand and feigned a sigh of disappointment. "Well I can't really blame you. Bet you couldn't see me running around all over the place while you were fighting. I didn't even get to use half of my tricks yet before they ran off." Returning to her attitude of amusement, she tossed her wand into the air and caught it like a baton. Closing one eye, she pointed it at them and pretended to fire off an imaginary spell. "Hehehe~"

"But you're in one piece more or less. It might get more difficult the further you go, you know. Those three were kittens compared to the worst things in here. So, what will you do?" Although her mannerisms and appearance were that like a child, there was sense of cunning in her eyes which suggested otherwise. Myouga decided she liked the two, and if they weren't too peeved at her presence she'd tag along until they arrived at their destination. She could always leave whenever she wanted, but they might not be so lucky to have a warp scroll on hand.

Synthesis watched in amazement as the wound fully healed. Hakon knew magic and fighting! She was like a whole expedition party wrapped into one woman.
And then there was this new girl. She seemed to know the area quite well and she had the ability to avoid detection if she so wished which was evidently very useful. As such, Synthesis wouldn't mind if she stayed around. However, Hakon looked more than a little suspicious.
"Well," Synthesis started, her voice visibly shaken, "Might I suggest that we set up camp for a bit. I think I need to catch my breath after that."
The frustrating thing was that she'd thought she would be safe if she avoided the main roads. She didn't want to think about where she'd be right now if she'd been alone when those men turned up.
"And," she half whispered, "What do we do with the bodies?" She gestured to the bloodied corpses without looking at them.

Myouga put her arms behind her head and piped up to the black-haired, crimson eyed girl. "What do we do with the bodies? Bury them of course. I mean, sure they were the bottom of the barrel but it'd be rude to not give them a halfway decent burial. Most people just dig a hole and cover 'em up but if you want you can get some sticks to make markers or something." Standing on the tip of her toes she tapped her chin with her wand. "Hmmm. So you wanna camp out here even though you were attacked by those thugs? You sure have guts,  y'know? If it were me I'd think of going somewhere safer. Looks like you're in luck–because I happen to know a way that's easy peasy!" She snapped her fingers and twirled again, standing on one leg. 

"As long as you know the place, I can take you there. I'm not gonna do it for free obviously, but I won't be unreasonable. I'll just think of it as a teleportation fee. If you wanna leave, you should hurry. When night falls I'm getting out of here."