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Turning his head to the side, he really didn't see much out here.

Just endless plains, stretching out, trees that dotted the landscape here and there.

Some clouds in the sky too I guess, even though the sun was setting.

What the ******** is up with all these cows...? There's no farms out here... are there?

He turned his attention to the road again, just to make sure he didn't swerve off it or anything, and looked to his left again.

I could really go for something to drink right about now... I never liked milk... there's so many of them though... s**t what the hell do they feed these things? Even got one juggling over there with balls of light.

He turned his head back to the road, yellowed eyes staring as he turned the wheel a bit.

"......"

Still driving.

"....?"

Still driving.

"WHAT THE FU---?!"

A big turn of the wheel now, as he suddenly hit the brakes. A huge screech of rubber on road, and the pickup came to a halt.

Glowing.... juggling... cow??!

"$%^&!!"

Staring backwards, he placed the pick up into reverse.

Jacknife spotted the truck. He spotted who was in it. Meh, that guy probably was still sore, but oh well.

"Nascen, I could use some help at west gate. That guy who tried to jump on us earlier is here."

"I'm Alan Jacknife and I belong to the Knights of Fortune. There are bad things happening, and I was just wondering if you've seen anything odd lately. I saw a green glow coming from here, so I thought I would check up and make sure everything is allright."

He stayed still, there was a bow aimed at him. His kevlar would easily take that shot, but no hostilities need be started. Though it seemed like that happened every single time he ran into anybody at all lately.

Jacknife laughed as the truck hit a cow and came to a complete stop. If not from the first cow it hit then most definately from the second. In fact, the truck would probably even flip over.

"Jeezus, what is that man doing." Shouted Jacknife as he moved out of the way slightly. It wouldent matter where he went. A truck running into a cow would certainly kill the cow and carry on for a few meters or so. But the truck would be completely totaled.

((K, fixed. But Jacknife has been trained not to get touched his whole life... so...))
Fine, it didnt want to cooperate. He had tried. Jacknife rolled to the side, the arrow hit the shoulder of his kevlar jacket and sliced through the skin of his underarm and the side of his chest. His eyes flashed purple as he called the bag on the centaur's back to himself, using his full body force so that any straps would snap. The bag would come quickly enough if it did. So he took off in the opposite direction, bleeding from the wound under his arm.

And promptly got smacked upside the ******** head by the driver's side door (that's for ******** up the turn order).

"Miss me?"

While the truck hadn't gone as planned and smashed into the mercenary, it sure enough coasted along and halted enough a way's to actually be close to where Jacknife was.

Vahn stepped out of the totaled pickup, even as the arrow fired at Jacknife would pierce the kevlar jacket he wore (since kevlar cannot protect against something like an arrow according to sources).

Not that he had a chance to actually look, it wan't a juggling cow, but in fact... a... four legged... human... guy...thing.

"Eh?"

Not noticing the figure stepping from the wreckage, nor the one driving up, Coll was nearly choked by his bag suddenly coming to life. He simultaneously spun to face the direction the bag was being pulled, and unsheathed his dagger. Promptly slashing the bag in half, he caught the glowing items and a few small vials in midair. The bag was not worth the time or effort, and he let it slide over his head. He stuffed the glowing items into the spelled sheath about his waist; they fit nearly perfectly. The vials followed a moment later.

Coll had been duped out of his knife once, and had nearly lost his life that time. He'd spelled the sheath so that it would never again leave his side, bar none.

Coll laughed aloud as the bag went flying toward his assailant; all of the arrowheads in his possession had been coated with a solution made from powdered deathcap mushrooms and the crushed seeds of the rosary pea; a plant, when ingested, would cause death within a week. Injecting it directly into one's bloodstream would assure a painful death within days, if not hours.

A stray hand ran through Psyche's hair as she was reajusting herself in the jeep, her clothes still felt damp, but her underclothing was made to resist it so she was relatively dry pretty fast. Her bag had kept her personal equipment dry and after cleaning her jacket as they rode on she had put it in there as well. Her rifle sat assembled in her lap as they neared Alan's signal. Shifting up, she saw the odd juggling creature out ahead and raised an eyebrow.
"I believe Alan is being attacked by a mythical creature.... " she informed the others boredly if they hadn't noticed yet. With a tap to Masuyu's shoulder she pointed at it and provided a smirk offering challenge. Sitting back down, she loaded her rifle and moved to get a steady shot position on the moving jeep. Taking careful aim, Psyche's mind set a careful alignment with the creature, her aim perfect to take a shot into the centaurs torso section. Her shot would hit the section between the ribs and neck, a fatal shot. After taking it she checked to see how Masuyu faired.