9S quickly scrambles to his feet, hoping to possibly catch the bicorn again. But it's taken the opportunity to flee, the creature rapidly disppearing from the range of his sensors. Damn!

"I'm fine." It wasn't even a long fall! Sure enough, he doesn't seem any worse off, just covered in grass and dirt. Somewhere along the way, his sword had gone flying and buried itself point down in the dirt nearby. With a raise of his hand, Cruel Oath returns to his back.

His horse, on the other hand... yeah, he's not doing too well. The creature's collapsed on his side, a large gaping hole through the base of the horse's neck and shoulder, wheezing in obvious pain. 9S crouches down by the horse, placing a hand on his muzzle, trying to give it some comfort.

"This doesn't look good, huh? Is there any way to save him?"