It was more than obvious that this quest was no longer about undead skeletons, the ulterior intentions were unknown, but it was becoming frustrating that he couldn't seem to catch the man off guard. He wasn't even the real person behind this entire fiasco and this put the pressure on him even more so. All of this ran through his mind as he was making his escape, but being around this mage was warping his senses. With the more magic he was using, the more paranoid he was getting. So when he sensed his chakra spacing out, he knew that it was because of magic and went through a flip once he reached his pouch. As he scooped it up, he felt the magical presence on his back and rolled on the floor, left shoulder first.
Because of the ice, the fall was dangerously digging into his skin through his shirt. A curse erupted from his throat from the thud, but he had to stay active. With pure muscle memory, during the tumble, he managed open the pouch and flip over onto his feet... foot, his left knee on the ice. In the same motion, the scroll unfurled itself with a quick yank and with a fluid motion he unsealed his bow along with his quiver.
This was when things slowed down just a bit. Because his arrows were in the quiver, he would have to pull one from it. By this time, he was sure the mage would continue with his offensive assault and thus, slung the quiver around his shoulder. Thankfully, he was still under the effects of the soldier pill, so he would be able to fight as well as ignore the pain in his left shoulder.