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Noj looked down the road, using Saidin enhanced vision to see men ahead. They definitely weren't galloping, more going a leisurely pace, though their horses didn't appear to be very quick in the first place. Heart pounding in his ears, Noj grinned, heart pounding in his ears, adrenaline making the world feel slow, at least everything but his approach. There were a group of them, around five, and they appeared to be brigands of some sort, though they finally began to hear the sounds of Light Dancer's hooves beat the ground. Using Air, he locked on of the left most horse's legs to the ground, then quickly did it to the man on the right most as well. Glancing among the remaining horses, he didn't see Cellyn among them, probably a rear guard of some sort, she must have really pissed off someone. Nearing another horse ridden man, Noj leaped from his horse and onto another, causing the horse being ridden to riot and kick back. Rolling onto his feet gracefully after hitting the ground, he popped up, glancing as the other horses reared around. Using fire, he engulfed the men in flames, walking up to the unhorsed man and putting a boot to his throat. Yes, it was a bit over dramatic, but the men at this point probably there frighten enough to sell their mothers, that being, if they had the morals to not do it in the first place. "I have a travelling companion who is currently willing to not only keep me company, but pay me for it, and I believe that you know who happens to have her. I think that it'd be best if you told me. Now." From what he'd seen, there were probably scouts around who would tell this to the perpetrator, which he wanted. If he knew he was being followed by a monster of a man, he'd do one of two things, go to the man who hired him/ where ever he based from to escape, or fortify himself in a singular position, mostly trying to hide his tracks from then on, making his movement significantly slower. Whatever happened, as long as they didn't kill him, he came out on top.

Noj sighed as the pathetic man had spilled just about everything he knew from birth to present rattled off. Deciding he had what he wanted, he let the man go. Again, anything to speed up or slow down the kidnappers. Speeding up would make them easier to follow, and them slowing down the watch their tracks would mean they'd loose their horses, thus again, making them easier to at least get too. Noj was rather proud of his tracking abilities, but they weren't perfect. What ever the case, Noj would continue on. Giving a sharp whistle, he mounted his steed who had returned to him. For some reason, the men had been dumb enough to continue to follow the road. Maybe they didn't expect him to follow. He did have the look...and probably the smell, of a brigand of some sort, he should probably bathe more often. But getting a hold of hot water in the Winter was such a hassle. Meh, it built character, or something.

Following the tracks just short of a gallop, he kept an eye out on the tree line, looking for scouts and archers and the like. He wasn't sure just how many there were, but they had a rear guard. Apparently it was some branch of a famous 'Assassin's Guild' or something equally ridiculous. It was a fancy name for some kinda above average mercenaries with a flair to the dramatic in all probability, the someone, probably the girls father, had asked for her retrieval. It almost made him sorry for killing/injuring/whatever else he did to the men earlier, but only just almost. Over all, he didn't have pity for men how allowed themselves to be paid to kill others without any principle. At least when he worked in a military, they had a code of discipline, and a list of who you could and could go after, not just some random axe murdering of villages under the guise of a 'Guild' or whatever.

Noj took a bow he'd brought with him that he'd lifted from one of the previous idiots, shouldering a quiver full of arrows, which was more difficult than it sounded on a galloping warhorse of all things. He began suiting himself up completely, outfitting himself with daggers and an extra blade. He almost wished he had some mail or plate to put on, but not only was it nigh impossible to armor one self from horse back, but that would make him stand out even more than he did now, and would slow down his horse. Making a compromise of necessity and of supply, he put on a reinforced leather cap. It wouldn't deflect arrows or a blade, but who knows, every little bit helped. Glancing at the tracks, he slowed. It appeared that the party had dehorsed, and was hoofing it through the woods, probably to the nearby ruins that the squirrel had told him the 'Assassin's Guild' made their home. Whatever. Patting on Light Dancer's flank, he continued on. The horse would stay within earshot if he whistled, but he knew that Noj didn't want him following. He was probably laughing at Noj too. Blasted creature.

Noj spun, lopping off the head of a passing patrol men, tossing his sword aside and drawing his bow, stringing an arrow and loosing it, the arrow finding it's mark in the back of the second man who was running away like a coward. The men being on their toes was one thing, but them sending their entire outfit to kill him. Walking up to the fallen man, he took his arrow back out, glancing at it and deciding that it splintered too much for a proper second use. He was using a wooden bow with cheap arrows. He preferred iron bows or crossbows with iron bolts or arrows. Harder to draw, and aim, but the arrows shattered less, went further, and had more force. Ups and downs. Putting the bow away, he retrieved his blade and re-sheathed it. According to the majority of the paths that had been worn down led ahead of him. Maybe he should join the Assassin's Guild, he was a much better assassin than most of the men he was coming across. He hadn't even really needed to channel yet. Most of the men were largely under trained, and over confident. Their 'patrols' were just men walking through the woods. It was rather disgusting from the view of a former sergeant.

Anyhow, the ruins had fully come into view at this point, and again, it seemed poorly guarded. Their obviously main entrance had plenty of men, but in it's nature of ruins, it had more than one. The building appeared to be the an overturned tower, and they were living in the mostly intact fallen tower. Sigh. Drawing an arrow, he took aim at a man in a lookout position, said a quick prayer, and loosed it. The arrow hit it's mark and the man dramatically fell from his post to the ground. Immediately, Noj took off at a run through the tree line, looking for a hole in the guard that would grant him easy access. In any account, they'd know someone was there.

Noj ducked behind a tree and glanced around. It appeared the entire operation had on into alert with the mindset of killing him, which was a little unpleasant. Though, they seemed to think that there was more than on of them, cause it appeared everyone who thought themselves important had hit the deck, while underlings were sent to 'deal' with him. All and all though, there were still probably around a hundred of them, and one of Noj. By the Light, Cellyn better be there. If not, then he had a bone to pick with someone, not sure who, but some one. Luckily, most of the men they sent out were also very careful, not wanting to get shot, but were heading to where Noj was. Creeping up past them in a wide arc, he circled in, taking a look around. Creeping inside, he sneaked up to a bewildered guard and, with a knife from his boot, slit the man's throat. He appeared to be the only inside. On another bright side, these men appeared to have no uniform, so the only thing stopping him from fitting in was well, his hair, which he had hidden under a leather cap. Running up to the next person he called out. "Hey, where's Jurel?" The man from before had really told him a lot of things. "We're under attack and I was ordered to protect him."

The man looked bewildered, but shook his head. "He's right at the entrance with the girl, where the look out was shot."

Nodding, Noj ran off, giving a bit of thanks to the poor sap. What he saw next was interesting to say the least. There were a bunch of men half hovering near the ground and half trying to climb a tree. Huh.

Noj sighed. That woman knew how to make trouble, she was nearly half as good as he was, and that wasn't a good thing. Jumping from the bush, Noj put on his best 'I'm a stupid grunt' face and waved his arms. "Boss, boss, we caught the b*****d." He ran up to a bewildered man, Jurel if he heard right, and feigned breathing hard. "Da man's a snake, but we got him good! Though, he told me to give you something." Balling a fist, Noj punched the man in the face, knocking him to the ground. Glancing at the man Cellyn had wanted shot, he felt up his sleeve and through a knife at the man, sinking it into his exposed arm. b*****d deserved it, probably.

Finally regaining his where withal, Jurel popped to his feet, and pointed at Noj. 'It's him, kill him, kill him!"

A sigh escaped from his lips as he drew one of his blades with a spinning flourish, slicing open the throat a nearby thug in the process. This...wasn't gonna be easy.

Noj stared down Jurel, looking for an opening. The man knew what he was doing, unlike most of the others under him. But, he had Saidin, so, it wasn't so bad. Worst came to worse he had his back up. The only reason he didn't do it was because he had the feeling if he did, most of the men would lose their hesitation of shooting at him because he was next to their leader. So, it'd be an ace in his sleeve. Noj swung at the man's head, exchanging blows and parries with the assassin. The man was skilled, but not very experienced, and relied too much on his forms, instead of flowing gracefully between useful movements. After twentyish years fighting and conflict, Noj had become quite the opponent. Allowing his blade to be pushed aside, Noj reared back and kicked the boy in the chest, knocking him over and stomping on his sword arm, effectively breaking his arm. He hit a predicament. Killing Jurel would only bring the ire of his followers, and while it appeared that they at least wanted Cellyn alive, he was sure that if who ever wanted her was willing to use such underhanded tactics, he probably wasn't far from wanting her dead in a fit of rage. Releasing himself from his emotion, he looked down at the boy, who was obviously in pain. Probably had lost very many fights before. He was quite good, just that Noj had been fighting much longer. Mustering as cold of a voice he could, he spoke. "Boy. I don't know who is paying you, or why, but I'd suggest laying off. I doubt whatever they are giving you is worth your life." He ground his foot over broken part of his arm a little to elicit some pain. "I'm bringing her with me, and if you chase after me, I will kill you." Turning around, he grabbed Cellyn, who was a little worse for wear, and glanced down at the pompous fool on the ground before leaning over and rather forcefully ripping out the dagger, then wiping it on the boy's expensive clothing to get rid of the blood. "And I'll be taking my dagger." He glanced at Cellyn, rolling his eyes a little in exasperation. It wasn't going to be the last time he saw that boy, but it seemed to be the best way to weasel himself out. "Come on girl, before I change my mind." He hoped dearly to the Creator that he recognized he was just making an act and played along. Otherwise, he'd have a lot more fighting to do, and quite a few more holes than the Creator intended.

Noj glanced back, looking over the base they left behind. It appeared that the young man had finally gotten to his senses and was sending men after them. When Light Dancer came, Noj wrapped an arm over the top of the warhorse's neck, and touched his forehead to his head. He wanted the horse to run as far as he could, and he knew the horse knew it. Releasing him, Noj hoisted Cellyn into the saddle and patted Light Dancer, who turned and galloped off before the insufferable woman could come to her senses. This was probably the second time in the course of a couple of day's that he was gonna get himself nearly killed. Turning on his heel, he began picking off men who had begun charging at him with his unshouldered bow, until they got close enough that he tossed it aside.

Drawing a blade, he roared, charging forward, ripping Saidin toward himself and grabbing the nearest man by his face and lighting him on fire with the Source before shoving him into a tree. The young man wasn't running the most incredible little project, he only had like fifty men, and he'd already killed around ten, but that was still forty on one, which was only made slightly less suicidal by his grip on Saidin. Blasted woman.

Noj nearly swung at the man who could only be a Warder, before stopping himself. He might be able to take him with Saidin, but he'd emptied his reserves, and a refreshed Warder could probably treat him like a playtoy. Killing or driving of the men who were left, he collapsed to the ground. While the Warder's arrival had saved his life, Noj had managed to kill a majority of the fools, but it had spent him. He had a number of cuts across his body and his clothes in rags. He was a bit dazed from a glancing blow to the head from a buckler. Steadying his thoughts, he looked up to the gigantic man, mulling him over. If he was here, no doubt an Aes Sedai wasn't far off. And he was at their bloody mercy. If they so felt it, they could have him carted off to the Black Tower, depending on that Aes Sedai's disposition toward male channelers. By the Light. "Warder, why are you here. I won't complain, but my past few days have been lively enough that I can live without the intrusion of the White Tower as well." He probably should have acted more cowed. Most men had strong reactions to anything associated with channelers, but then again he was one. And his whole bumbling fool act was starting to tire him.