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The revelation from Solana silenced Quinn and sobered his thought. When he got into a rant like that the things he said only got stranger the more he spoke. It was best she shut him up before he said something really offensive.
Still, he did not like the now tense silence. He opened his mouth to ask her about the mage, but before he could speak a loud explosion sounded from over the hill they were climbing. Quinn was instantly on edge. His squad would have heard that, and turned back to investigate. There was no chance of him subtly rejoining their ranks now. More importantly, what had caused such a powerful bang?

The horses pulling the joined caravans spooked, rearing back. "Whoa! Easy there, easy!" Taren kept a firm hold on the reins, trying to calm the horses. Once he got them calmed, he looked in the direction of the explosion. "What the hell was that?" He turned the horses toward the sound.

Sol followed him in her cart. She jumped down when she got there, the horses stopping on their own. "Huh," she said, looking around. "Nice job. A bit excessive but still." She stretched and petted Nero, calming the nervous horse.

Himura winced as he turned, revealing the shallow cuts on his upper right arm and chest as well as a darkening bruise on his chest just below the left collarbone. "They had a magick user amongst them, though frankly I'm not sure why they attacked. I there one of my daggers at the magick user, then... the next thing I know the ground imploded for some reason, with him at the core of the blast," he said wryly as his own forementionedweapon lay near the cactus near the other impaled man; he had noticed the blackened and scorched blade of the nefarious magick user's spear near the heart of the crater, evidence of his words. A low groan rolled up the steep hillside nearby, which said magick user had tumbled down. He was certain the man's spear haft had shattered, most likely impaling the fool.

Himura rolled his eyes. "Does it look like it?" he grumbled as he shot a look towards Taren unconsciously, wincing slightly as he put a hand over his abdomen to cover the deeper cuts on his body, which fortunately were fewer than the shallower scrapes.

Himura shrugged as he turned away, not really caring about the man's friend. "Your friend needs to grow a spine, otherwise his next foray out here will be his last," he muttered back.

Quinn jogged down the hill and quickly found the only survivor among the warrior's opponents. He had tumbled down the hill, getting badly bruised, before falling on the head of his own spear. Snapped halfway up the shaft, it stood upright, running through the man's lower back and out alongside his sternum, thus suspending him in agony a foot above the ground. Blood dribbled from his lips as he tried to cry out, but only a groan escaped.
Quinn winced at the horrific state of the man, but did what he could to help him. He took his arms and pulled him to his feet, so that his body was no longer pressing down on the spear. Leaning the man against his shoulder, he reached around and took hold of the spear just below the entry wound. Though the spear had snapped, the lower half of it was still hanging on by a splinter, pulling on the half impaling the man. Quinn put his other hand on this dead weight and snapped it off. Better to leave the other half in him for now, he thought. If I remove it he could bleed to death.
He pulled the man's arm over his should and started the hill-climb to rejoin the others. Hopefully this man would answer any questions the warrior had.