Last stand?

Arcadia Southern Coast

Tarmen and Alexis reached the beach, with her holding the rearguard with her shield making sure that any arrows or thrown spears that came close to them were dealt with. Or at least she tried. A couple of arrows had found their marks, skidding across shoulders and legs but nothing more serious than minor flesh wounds but luckily none had caused any serious damage.

Tarmen made a beeline for the canoes. He brought his foot down on the side of the first crashing and splintering the wood with his boot. He wiped his machete across the second.

The remaining pursuers were cresting the beach dunes now clear in their minds that these two meant to strand them in Arcadia.

No signs of the horses or Tar anywhere you looked.

You both turn planting your feet on the sand waiting for the rushing warriors.