"Brogach!" Calanon called, leaping with his powerful legs to land ontop of an already bounding Elk. He grabbed an antler to keep himself steady as Brogach leaped straight into the dense foliage that the archers hid behind. There was only the barest hint of their passage, the Elk and Elf as used to thick woodlands as a fish was to water. 

They nearly landed atop the first archer, Calanon's sword flashing and cutting into the startled man, his cry cut short. He fell, dropping his bow onto the ground. Calanon used his free hand to grab his shield that was still strapped to Brogach, and rode Brogach without holding onto his mount, using his Elven balance to keep him upright. They continued onward in the fashion, flanking the Promixtra brigands who had attempted to flank them. 

Rayadell could hear startled cries from within the forest every now and then, and soon no more arrows were loosed from the woods. That is, until a strange, long arrow flew out of the underbrush and struck the Promixtra man atop the head. His helmet had blocked the piercing missile, but the metal rang and reverberated, briefly messing up the swordsman's vision. 

The Elf ranger appeared out of the treeline, dragging a groaning archer along with him. He had his own recurve bow in his freehand. Brogach was behind him, walking out into the clear pass to stamp his feet in irritation at the action he'd just endured. "Sorry it took me awhile. There were more than I thought," Calanon said to Rayadell.