Mia had no idea why, but she hadn’t expected the prince to actually be very good at fighting. Which was stupid because why wouldn’t they train the royals to fight? Especially the males. She watched as he was hit, unfortunately in the neck, but took out the archer swiftly. Mia was impressed, actually, at his skills with the bow and arrow. Briefly her gaze shifted, glancing around and looking for more of them, but she didn’t see any, yet. By the time she looked back, Val had come over and asked if she was hurt, and a small part of her was taken aback at his concern for her. She was most definitely not used to that.
”No, he wasn’t quick enough to load another arrow,” she stated and reached out to touch his neck with her hand, applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding. It didn’t look like any arteries had been hit, and if he was up and alert and walking, he should be fine. He did say he had healing abilities, so she probably didn’t even have to put pressure on the wound. Mia looked up at his face, before realizing how awkward that would be to make eye contact while she was touching his neck, so she focused on the wound.
But then, over his shoulder she saw a third bandit peeking out from behind another tree, notching an arrow and pulling back. As fast as she could, Mia let go of his neck and grabbed Val by the shoulders and essentially turned, switching positions and letting the arrow sink into her right shoulder. She let out a hiss of pain; an inch or so of the arrow had gone into her back, but the leather on her back stopped the rest of it from going through. Gods, did it still hurt though.
Mia quickly grabbed an arrow from Val’s quiver, snatched his bow out of his hands, and turned, ignoring the immense pain in her shoulder as she moved, and fired right back at the bandit as the arrow landed the surprised enemy right in the face while he was trying to fire another arrow. His body dropped to the ground as a clap of thunder echoed around them.
It was all quiet after that, aside from the sound of the rain pouring down around them. Mia’s eyes darted around again, waiting for more to come, but it appeared to be over. She handed the bow back to Val and glanced over her shoulder to see the arrow still sticking out. Mia didn’t want to pull it out until she was ready to bandage it up, so she left it there as she walked over to the body of the first man she killed, searching his body. Mia found a pouch of coins and stuffed that in her pocket, and a dagger or two. She grabbed the quiver off his back for Val if he wanted more arrows. ”Search the bodies, then let’s toss them in the river,” she pointed to the flooded stream not far off. ”They must have shelter around here, we’re too far from civilization, so we need to find it and wait out this storm,” she groaned as she started dragging the body to the river, her back where the arrow hit flaring up in pain.