Hearing agreement with her intuition, Cecelia gives a verbal timer for them. [Color=6ecff6]"Shooting first horseman down in three... Two... One... Fire. Go now. Second target in three... Two... One... Fire."[/color] Shooting an arrow at each "fire", Cecelia hits each horse, knocking it over. Throwing in the command to start flying, Cecelia figured the two horsemen would care to stick together rather than abandon the other in the confusion. Still seeing no highlight on them, she grimaced. Had they gone for the wrong people...? Hopefully not.