Taalia Giovanni
This was, without a doubt, the furthest she had run at such a pace.
The shepardess paid particular attention to the road before her, taking care to leap, skip and hop where-ever an intervening branch or bush would otherwise impose itself upon her progress. Thus, by the time she arrived upon the scene, the only burning was within her chest as her lungs threatened to explode out of her ribcage, as the twenty minute trip on horseback turned into a ten minute sprint by human-foot - yes, Taalia was winded.
But she didn't let that stop her. It didn't take the former slave long to assess the situation. She could see and divine what Briant was attempting, something those on light horseback, typically horse archers, would perform against an enemy: a feign retreat. To reinforce this idea, the girl was able to spot the hidden bandits, their bows ready - but where were the ogres?
It didn't matter.
The shepardess, winded and trying her best to disguise her heavy breathing, threw herself at a nearby tree and planted herself behind it. Whipping her body around, using the trunk as cover, she drew a bead upon the trophy-rack displaying goblin she believed to be a leader, her finger drawing close to the trigger of her firearm...