Minutes after the fields were made safe again, you overlook the scene from atop Aurora, dressed in your full combat gear, minus the helmet. A shield is strapped to one wrist.
Despite the enemy archers being pushed back, you're still being cautious. Your own archers maintain a line behind your men. Across the Atiming, rebel archers, the ones who survived your volleys at least, mirror your own line.
Groups of men scour the field, dragging back the wounded who were left behind, along with the bodies of those who were much more unlucky. You ride Aurora up and down the field, maintaining a watchful eye on the enemy camp. You grow closer to the bank, toward where you were initially shot at.
It is in this place where you see a pair of soldiers, knelt down and attempting to assist a fallen man. As you draw your horse nearer, you quickly realize that it is no man they're helping, but rather a woman.
You ride Aurora up to the men as they struggle to pull Lada to her feet. Her skin has begun to go pale. The movement of her body is slower and less precise, as if intoxicated. Her chest rises and falls in rapid, shallow breaths.
One of the soldiers assisting her looks up at you. "Marshal! Little help?"