Rachette's all right at following orders. Not great, mind, but all right. She was, after all, in the king's army. Technically speaking. And with a sharp glance to locate Kain, he's injured. Support. They aren't here to kill, though damn she'd love to loot some of these bodies. How inconvenient they need to go.

And with the shouting from the other end of the gorge, they need to leave sooner rather than later. That everyone (and thing) else starts heading off in that direction means the only support Kain really needs is that of a healer--

"Herc!" Her feet skitter to a halt in the sand, redirect with only a brief stumble. Together, then. Together they might be able to fight this thing down, and make a hasty escape. She doesn't wait for anyone else, aiming for the backs of what she assumes are the large terror's knees.