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The flapping of the pegasus' wings alerted him just in time of the rider's presence and he dove to the side, rolling close to the side of the wagon. Celso looked up at the pegasus rider, eyes nearly popping out of his head as she shouted at him like a hardened army general. "These... these bitches is crazy, see...!"

Looking around, he realized where he had dove and saw that he was now around several swordsmen. They did.. they did not look happy. Celso gulped and discretely took a handful of dirt which he then flung out at them to distract them while he got to his feet and ran off. Come quietly? As if- he was getting the heck out of there! Get trampled by a flying horse while its rider laughed manically? Yeah no, that was NOT on the menu. If he could just make it into the forest, he could use his knowledge of the terrain and his stealth to slip away. And none of the enemy had gone into the forest.. that he had seen.

Celso skid to a halt as he saw the horseman dart of from the forest with a bloodied axe. Well that answered the question about what had happened to all his archers. As the horseman galloped towards him, Celso immediately turned around and began to run the other way. But then he remembered that horrifying girl on the pegasus that was also after him. He was running right for her! "Yous gotta be kiddin' mes....!"

He didn't have much time to react as the horseman was already swinging at him. All he could do was dive to the side. He managed to narrowly avoid the axe, though his cloak didn't quite make the cut... or rather, it did. After rolling, Celso jumped to his feet, pulled out a throwing knife and flung it at the red cavalier, putting his attention on what was before him and not on what may have been behind him.

"Yeah, sure," Marina stated towards Leena. "We're all-- <********>"

She withdrew her hand quickly as Celso had slipped from her grasp, jabbed at her hand, and wriggled off. She groaned as she watched him sulk off and quickly get himself surrounded. The little p***k hadn't yet realized he'd messed with the wrong people today! Withdrawing her lance once again, she sighed. "Gotta take care of this..." Marina hopped down from the perch and made her way between the horses over to the center of action quickly. She twirled and pointed her lance, and if the guy tried to run, he'd find himself on the end of it.

"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←«_____ ←«____ ←«___ ←«__ ←«
_____"...Because there is nothing to say."

By the time Rath retrieved the weapons he had set down, it was already over. The members of their party were indeed diligent and fast. He walked over and looked down at the dead thief, seeing the obvious trauma he had suffered from some of the females of the group in his eyes. Even Leena, who had handled herself much better than Rath expected, did her part. It could be seen as mercy that the bandit was ultimately ended by Kierkess instead of Marina or the pegasus knight. "...That ends that."

He looked away and got the attention of one of the soldiers. "I want a report on everyone's condition as well as the state of our wares immediately."

After the soldier nodded and went off to do the task he was given, Rath looked around at everyone. "Is everyone fine? If you have an injury, do not hesitate to speak up." He then walked over to Leena. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Miss. We did not guard you well enough. However, the way you handled yourself... impressive. I'll be certain not to underestimate you any longer."

O Father Sky, Mother Earth...
I pray that you give me strength.

Sue was concentrating on picking off the archers. When the commotion of the hostage situation came up, there was nothing she could do. She wasn't going to give into the demands of hostage takers, of course. That would go against all of her beliefs. Sue thought that FD's flametongue, even at that level was going too far. The poor shop keeper must have been terrified!

Luckily, the situation had been dealt with quickly. Thanks to the moves of both Marina and Kierkess, the bandit that had led the attack on the conboy had been brought down. It was a relief to see that the team was more than capable of bringing down any threats that came to it. Now that the chaos was finally over, Sue could lower her bow. She still kept it gripped in her hand in case of any unexpected follow-ups of the ambush.

Sue could visibly see that Rath was faring well. "What a foolish thing for you to do though, father. To offer yourself up like that? It truly would have set us back, even if you had a plan!" She was thinking it, but Sue didn't say it. Instead she rode to his side, ears open for the status of the group and their inventory.

The nomad trooper felt a sting in her left arm. Looking down, she noticed a small cut on her forearm. It wasn't really deep, but it still ached a lot. "It's just a scratch. Just a little vulnerary can take care of it." Sue reported to Rath out loud. She took the bottle from her supply pack, and begun to pour its healing liquid over where she was hit. Sue overheard the discussion with the lady bishop and hoped that Rath would let her come along. They needed all the helping hands possible.

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[OOC: Leena post will come in a bit, guys. I'm being called away. Have fun. =D]

"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←«_____ ←«____ ←«___ ←«__ ←«
_____"...Because there is nothing to say."

Rath grinned at Leena's understanding nature as she went back to her wagon and began taking inventory along with the soldiers. He would have to make sure she was more properly guarded for the rest of their journey.

His attention was then drawn by Sister Victoria's arrival. It was sudden, late, but there was no reason to turn down her offer to help. "I'll leave the company's injuries to you, then."

At that moment, the soldier came back and delivered his report. Afterwards, Rath called everyone together to convey their status and next move. "We suffered no casualties or severe injuries; we are able to move on. I have learned that the team from Cloak has lost a member, who was captured by the bandits that seek to impede us. I have also learned that in this attack, they managed to pilfer a good deal of medical supplies from our wares as well as our rations. We cannot afford to proceed without what has been stolen from us. Thus, we have no choice but to go after these brigands. We know the direction they fled in... and tracking them will not be a problem. Guild members, prepare to move out."

He turned to Leena. "Unfortunately, their direction takes us through the thick forest, so I believe it would be best if you stayed here and awaited our return. I will leave the soldiers to look out for you, and I also have somebody else in mind..." He turned to FD. "You are a great asset in battle, but our fight will take us to a fort, where transforming will be an issue. It would be hard to recover our belongings from a crumbled building, and I doubt Cloak would like digging up the corpse of their teammate from the rubble... I would ask of you to keep watch over Leena, until the rest of us return. Is this acceptable with the both of you?"

- Kierkess Renvald -

"Hah! Haha!" boomed Kierkess, looking as if he'd cheered up slightly from that disappointment he'd exhibited a few moments before. However, the red knight's shoulders then slowly sagged downward and he heaved a sigh. "Nope, not feeling it. 'Least those bow-guys aimed, this guy just threw a knife and ran around." If anyone were to wonder who Kierkess was supposed to be talking to whilst alone with the corpse, the correct answer would be "his horse".

Another reason for Kierkess's loss of steam was the fact that killing the boss of these easily sliceable band of cowards amounted to very little in the long run. Oh, sure, he could boast about killing the leader, but how could he expect anyone to congratulate him if he himself remained so unsatisfied? Oh well, there was always next time...

Kierkess was suddenly brought out of his reverie by Bedivere's shifting in place, as if the horse was trying to tell him something. Blinking, Kierkess realized his axe head had been embedded in Celso's shoulder this whole time. "Drat, dozed off again..." he muttered, pulling the halberd out after jostling what it was connected to a bit in order to avoid any spatter. The blade was already dirtied, but it was better not to make an unsightly mess regardless. By the time he'd recovered both his frequently misplaced senses and his trusty axe, Kierkess had already missed Rath's call for the injured and Victoria's arrival. Oddly enough, though, despite the red knight's best efforts, he remained virtually unscaved apart from a few nicks and scratches on his armor.

Still, he did need to do something about the blood on both his sword and his axe. The poor things would rust if not properly attended to, after all. And he'd probably have to be quick since Wrath - who was likely teased in his youth for having such a name - informed them that they'd be moving out soon. Kierkess directed Bedivere in the direction of Leena's wagon, taking care to make sure he arrived before it got crowded by too many of the others needing a resupply or a vulnerary. See, it was imperative for Kierkess to get there first because he didn't need much of anything. So the guys who needed stuff could just wait a bit.

Having come to the convoy, Kierkess dismounted from his faithful and stolen steed. Giving whoever else was in the way a berth of no more than a few inches, the red knight addressed the wagon-woman (Leena, if the name he'd heard from mysteriously close-by was referring to her) whilst resting his bloodied halberd over one shoulder and holding his sword loosely to his other. "Ah, pardon me lady, but I was wondering if I might borrow a-" A momentary clatter cut him off just then, given that he'd just dropped his sword against the end of the wagon until it had fallen to his feet. "Apologies, one moment..." Kierkess bent down to pick it up, his axe swinging dangerously close to an allied skull in the process. If any commanding guild member saw this clumsiness, they'd probably want to take care to keep him far-away from non-combatants like Leena in the future.

Once Kierkess had straightened up, he went on as if nothing had happened. "Anyway, yes, might I have something to clean these with? Thanks."