As the bandits ran away fleeing the stout opposition from the town Lily chased after them out the bullet riddled building, drawing her griswold from its leather holster; firing after the riders down the street unsuccessfully due to range and speed. Running over to her dead horse grasping the winchester rifle from the leather saddle holster along with the union cavalry sword, rushing over to the stables along with Hawthorne; grasping the first horse she saw by the mane and jumping onto its back by sliding her boot through its stirrup. Holding the rifle in her right hand as she pressed her heels into the chestnut colored mare sending it hauling ass down the blood soaked dirt road, kicking up quite a dust-storm as she did; the Union sword simply wedged between her belt and right hip. The blood from her wound soaking through the thin improvised bandage she made, though the pain was bearable enough that her anger towards the outlaws out paced the need to patch it up; her horse bolting out of town on their heels chasing them across a wide open grass plain. Lifting her rifle to her shoulder allowing the horse to guide itself, leaving her heels dug into the beasts underside as she fired towards the bandits; dropping the lever in a smooth motion to fire again as she rode still fairly accurate.