Shok watched the cloud of dust hurdle closer and closer to both him and the rest of the Breakers, as it closed the distance it became much more clear to the mage what was transpiring. He recognized this deplorable sight all too well, from the practical aura of desperation that seeped off the lead rider's frame to the all too real greed in those that chased the figure. If that wasn't enough to explain the unfolding situation the group's blatant mercenary attire paired with their lead's brandishing of a magister's staff certainly was. [color=gray][b]"Tevinter hunters."[/b][/color] The word's left Shok's lips in a tone dry as the air of the desert around them. He had had his far share with these short of people during his time fleeing Seheron, cutthroats and merciless killers that are charged with securing lost magister [i]property[/i]. The towering mage clenched his teeth slightly as he recalled some of his less than favorable encounters with hunters, but he was able to push that aside and refocus of the task at hand.

  As the group drew closer Shok watched as the apparent leader fire a bolt of lightening upon the figure they were chasing, striking the horse and sending both it and the rider toppling into the dirt. It was moments later that Shok was called into action with the rest of the Breakers by Ovra, who had them encircle the fallen figure and close off any path that the hunters had to it. Ovra gave the order to not engage until told otherwise, this prompted Shok to allow the flames that had been crackling in his fists to die out, though he did not lower his guard in the slightest. Shortly after he left his spot from circle, singling the group that he was breaking formation, and approached the downed figure and their steed. As he kneeled down next to the two Shok scanned over the pair in as great of detail as time permitted.

  The horse was worse for wares, it had obviously been rode for quite some time and had been given quite the beating even before being blasted by an arcane bolt. The poor creature laid wheezing and whining on the ground, if it wasn't treated soon it wouldn't have much longer for this world. Shok held some sympathy for the creature, but his concern laid more with its rider who unfortunately wasn't in much better shape.

  The rider was a raven haired young man dressed in a stained loose cotton shirt, worn brown pants with a belt where a few pouches loosely hang, and lastly a string with a simple silver ring on it hung around his neck. He was left in a pile on the ground from the fall, luckily it seemed that he was only unconscious. Looking him over Shok noticed that the young man was peppered in a number of injuries; a few burns from the fiery explosion he escaped from, a gash on his head from his fall that was streaming blood, and a few other miscellaneous nics and scrapes he earned from his ordeal. The majority of the young man's wounds were not that grave and could be patched up quickly, that was until Shok noticed his left side.

  The young man had a crossbow bolt embedded into his side and was bleeding rather heavily. Shok wasted no time jumping into action, his hands moved almost in a blur as he began removing the man's shirt so he had better access to the wound. [color=gray][b]"Keep them off of me please, this might take some time..."[/b][/color] Shok's flat tone floated back over to his comrades, though his attention never left the young man in front of him. He swiftly began pulling supplies from his bag to help with patching up the young man. Shok knew that he didn't have too much time to tend to the young man given the approaching force, but given the lad's current status he had to do something or the group would be protecting a corpse come the end of this fight.