They were in a tight spot, no doubt about that. Both sides had suffered casualties, but the bandits had not faltered. Arielle was terrified herself. She had been in similar situations before but she never got used to them, a sign of sanity according to her. She dared a peek around the trunk and immedietly wished she had not. The archer was looking right at her and nocked an arrow as soon as he saw her. She ducked behind the tree before he had the time to draw and cursed under her breath. People were getting killed. She had to do something, or she might suffer the same fate. 

But wait. There was something she could do. The archer was pinning her down, yes, but he had also come out of cover to do so. She could shoot him too, although not with arrows. Arielle had a determined look on her face as she again turned to leave her cover. She prepared a Calm spell and flew out from behind the tree. 

The archer had moved slightly to the left, and in the time it took her to spot him he had the time to draw. The Breton felt a strong urge to fly back to safety, but she forced herself to stay. They both released at the same time, he his arrow and she her spell. The arrow grazed her in the side of the thigh, but the spell hit home perfectly. The archer would be out of the fight, confused, but only for a while. It was all Arielle could do to focus on maintaining the spells as she set off towards another tree. Holding a hand against the wound on her thigh, she hoped that the others could deal with the rest of the bandits.