The archer made the first move, readying his bow and firing it straight at Oberyn. He made a move to cut the arrow out of the air, but it wasn't necessary. A gust of wind from behind blew the arrow off course - thanks to Bree.
"I'll take the archer," she said, her voice full of conviction as she leapt from the ground and dove on the archer from above. It was all he could do to scurry out of the way. The two of them ran through the brush, evading each other's quick attacks until they burst onto the dead farm.
The archer readied an arrow to launch toward the skies while Bree readied her next move. She spun in midair, supersonic, dodging the arrow and shooting a blue feather arrow at the archer. He quick-nocked an arrow faster than Ezra's eyes could follow and shot Bree's out of the air. Oberyn wanted to keep watching, but other things demanded his attention.
