Edgard stands still a moment as 'negotiations' fail. His eyes dart wildly around. He'd been told he was needed on this mission, but only if he could keep his head. It was the wrong thing to say, now he questioned every step. And after all, who was he in combat among mages?

He shuts his eyes and takes a breath. Horses, He thinks, Flint said horses. He opens his eyes, stands tall and aims his bow and takes down a horse. As the magic hits, he misses, his hand shaking. Don't be useless! He takes another breath: Bastien pulling a crossbow from a Templar. He aims for the Templars' eye and lets fly.