Markus would have followed her, but he was just as surprised at the use of the one power as the men that attacked. His horse reared up and waved its hooves about, and it was all the Borderlander could do to keep it from sending him falling off. He gripped the reins, and when they set down again, Markus's sword was out, flashing a deadly arc. It cut the paunchy swindlers snarling visages, and he cried out in pain and horror as he grasped at his ruined face. 

There was never any gauruntee of surviving combat, even with the most favorable conditions. An army of ten thousand attacking an army of one hundred still had casualties. Markus turned his horse about to follow Lysabel, and as his steed bucked and began a forward gallop, one of the bandits with he polearm thrust his weapon at the guide's hip. Markus saw the weapon head arcing towards him and moved even as his attacker did, battering the stabbing weapon aside with his blade and slashing at the man. He did not hit flesh or cloth, but it caused his already frustrated assailant to leap back. 

By that point, Markus was already passed the downed wagon and careening down the road to catch up with the Aes Sedai. He saw a missile nearly skewer her, but she had the luck of the light. Another arrow arced toward's Markus, and he felt the wind of the shaft as it narrowly avoided his face. He lowered himself and whipped the reins, his horse needing no encouragement to ride out of there with all speed. The forest path was not a straight shot, but it did not wind like some did, and soon the two of them had passed a corner and only heard the dull thudding of an arrow hitting a tree about ten spans behind them. 

They rode another mile, Markus catching up to Lysabel. Idly, he felt something wet on his face, and he reached up and found blood on his fingers. He supposed somehow he had been cut, but it didn't look like a deep wound. 

"Are you alright, Aes Sedai?" He asked her as they cantered forward. He wiped his long blade by the hem of his cloak and sheathed it. He had the weird idea to make a quip. "This doesn't make our safer road look much better, does it?"
[@Penny]