[i]"Well, fuck."[/i] Was Roze's first thought as the arrow hit her, paired with a flit of annoyance. She'd barely killed a dozen of the Reachman before she was taken down herself.

Next came the pain. Now, an arrow will hurt, naturally. But when the fuckers used the heavier stuff, light Thieves Guild leather armour wasn't going to do anything to halt the blow. The fall backwards, as the arrow slammed her into the ground through sheer momentum, hardly did anything to help either.

Finally, was panic. A battleground wasn't a place you wanted to panic in. But Roze was pinned to the ground, with her weaker left arm free, but unable to dig the arrow out. The slightest jostle of it just sent spikes of pain down her arm and across her chest, and not even shifting the bloody thing.

Thankfully, she didn't have to fear about other arrows or being trampled on for long, thanks to Farid. She didn't know the man, but she gave him a heartfelt thank you when he finally got her free, and even tied a makeshift bandage around the wound. He wasn't wrong - it would scar. But honestly, a scar on the shoulder was preferable to death.

"The bastards just had to get my good arm, didn't they." She muttered to herself darkly as she retrieved her weapons and found some cover. With a shoulder like this, there was no way in Hell she could draw her bow. However, she did have a few tricks left up her sleeve, that just may aid in the siege. Was it likely she would get further injuries? Probably. High risk of death? Oh yes.

But hell... they'd paid her, and she wasn't going to cower behind a rock for the remainder of the battle when she had one good arm.

Downing the single health potion she'd brought with her, she shivered lightly as the wound suddenly became ice cold - the pain was still there, and it certainly hadn't healed it; but the bleeding began to slow, and the pain became more bearable. Thanking the Gods silently that the Forsworn bastards hadn't used poison, Roze pulled her hood over her face, and re-entered the fray, sticking to the sidelines and the shadows with her bow slung over her back, and steel sword in hand.

She was no expert with a blade; but when battles became as busy as this one, it would be somewhat easier to take a few Forsworn down.