For a moment it would have seemed that Kohl had disappeared from the area. But perhaps if one were to glance behind a nearby tree, they would notice a sleek bow peering out of it's side. He sniped at the second assassin from here. Indeed he had snapped out of it -- the pitiness from before fleeing from him and baring him to be a man known more in combat -- with a more clear, sharp, and suggestive mind.
He had changed. He was still doubtful and willing to act quickly, but the combat had been more demanding.
His arrow was aimed at the assassin's chest, but as he moved out of the way unknowingly, it pierced his upper forearm instead.
And where was the Mage? He pursed his lips and glanced quickly around what he could see of the scene in front of him. Ah, yes, there he was. But Kohl had the feeling that this was a battle the Khajiit wanted to fight alone. Berry too, perhaps. He returned to waiting for the right moment to fire at the assassin again -- he didn't want to accidentally hit Berry.