Following close behind, Rita's horse only has a second to react. With a distressed cry, it rears up suddenly, throwing Rita off the saddle. She lets out a surprised and indignant shriek as it does.

Fortunately, her instincts kick in and her wings spread out and flap, propelling her back while keeping her from tumbling. She lands on her feet and immediately starts running forward, pushing herself past the horses, bow drawn...

The moment the bicorn is in her sight, she fires an arrow. It flies straight at its target... but the bicorn vanishes once again into the fog, leaving the arrow to soar on through, landing deep in the brush. The fog then rapidly grows thinner; the bicorn is already retreating.

"9S! You okay?" Rita puts her bow away for now and rushes to check on him and his horse. Seeing the latter's wound, she recoils.