An Arid Mountain Pass

While Wedge's steed didn't have an expert ability at riding through woods, it was much faster a creature overall. Wedge needed only to keep up with her, and not outpace his target... calculating a viable target during a stretch between obstacles, he pointed the loaded crossbow at her back.

He'd release the quarrel in a straight shot towards his target once he had her back lined up.

Her back to her oppressor, she didn't really see that the one on horseback chasing her had taken aim. It was a good aim, yet despite it all, Wedge fired from atop a galloping horseback at a frenzied moving target... the accuracy of a dead center shot would be shaken off course, the Quarrel's sharp tip finding its mark at the upper right shoulder, shooting deep into the flesh just underneath the shoulder blade, the shaft embedding beneath the bone.
"Nngh!"
She first felt the impact, and then an absolutely debilitating pain caused her fleeing legs to buckle, and she let out a bloodcurtling scream.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Tears leaked into dirt and ash as she fell face first hard into the ground, blood streaming from her wound...

Dismounting he would let out another laugh, less bass but just as vicious. He would walk over to the girl and smile, patting Wedge on the shoulder and thanking him under his breath. "You got stymied you did, now own up, you got any of your friends here, dummkopf?" He would caress his rapier with one hand, letting the girl know death was a quick swing away.

As he would tie a small handkerchief over his boot, he would shout "Speak common you whelp!" That would most likely be the last thing she would hear as a hard kick would go to her head. Unless interrupted, he would take the handkerchief off of his boot, and use it to tie the girl's hands together. Borrowing another one from a Guard, he would tie her legs, then carry it onto his horse. He would ride back to his Guards, most likely with Wedge in tow.

"Siph..!!! ....hi--AH!!!"
She tries to put her hands up to her face, but the full force strikes her in the temple. Still conscious but now completely dazed, bloodied, sobbing, and fatigued, she would be tied up by the feet and pulled atop a horse.
Crying, she had not the strength or resolve to try to flee again. At this point, she found herself surrounded and in too much pain to do anything but wish it would all go away...