((Sorry for the delay! The internet was giving me some loading trouble.
@Wolfy&Rainbow: -Facepalms- Pffft, epic fail on my part. I forgot about the eyes still being visible. My bad!))
Vaguely Raven could hear the sound of pounding hooves, and it was only because her head was near the ground. Her attention was on John and the fatal blow he was about to make, though she had partially hoped the hooves were coming toward her aid. But alas, to her disappointment they had run further away, possibly toward that second bandit though she couldn't see why they'd bother. Quickly Raven used her free foot to kick directly at John's throat, but while he lowered his weapon to make the blow his chin got in the way and it was hit instead. Well, it gave the mage an advantage nonetheless. Stunned momentarily, the axe missed it's mark by a couple of inches, throwing him backward slightly as the pain began to subside. But John was recovering quickly, the look of rage returning to his visage and ready to give another attack.
During the time the hold he had on Raven's leg was gone, the mage quickly pulling backward and to her knees before John made another attempt to grab her. He recovered just enough to see her making her retreat, and with a half-growl, half-roar, swung the axe downward for another blow. The blade hit nothing but dirt, Raven well out of reach now and back on her feet. In her hands was the precious staff she kept with her, and when she turned around her lips began moving in a silent chant for a spell.
"John the Thief! I hear by sentance you to death."
The words slipped away from her when concentration was shattered by surprise. Through her body she began to feel her muscles tighten painfully, bones aching. Flinching at the pain, her teeth gritted to bear through it as she fell on one knee, but even as she did she looked with one eye for the source of the hidden voice. Her answer was soon revealed when an arrow darted from the trees.
John was on his feet, ready to go after the female wizard when the call had come. Like Raven, he, too, became surprised, confusion glazing over the anger that masked him only seconds before while he looked about. And forever the look remained on him. The arrow pierced right though him, on his back. and he fell on the ground instantly dying before he touched it.
Raven, after canceling and undoing her previous spell (which was meant to paralyze the bandit), slowly stood back up while she watched the scene. When John's death was obvious, the deep purple shaded eyes went toward the woman who committed the deed, a hint of curiosity in them. But her curiosity also laid with the horsewoman. Did she say Lady Carina? Raven hadn't been paying much attention, and with the chaos around her she could of easily misheard. But still, that wasn't a name that could just be put aside. It wasn't quite too widely known in Lynthia, in fact most who did know it considered it only a rumor, but Raven did her research. For now, though, she said nothing on the manner. She was rather amused by the attention the scene had brought, and especially how curious the audience was, though she could no longer see the wolf.
