Date: 2011-03-17 06:43 pm (UTC)
And suddenly there are horses and swords. I don't like horses and swords, not when I have neither, and at the least I wish I had my rifle. I flex my right hand out of sight of the jovial man pointing his blade at me. If I'm lucky, I can get cross-side and stick him so he bleeds, and then take cover in the brush.

"It's as Iago says," I tell them, my eyes flicking to the redhead behind the man. "I was separated from my companions, and ran into him not far from here." The cord hangs heavily on my neck, and I'm glad I had the foresight to tuck it under my shirt. I wonder if my neck is scarred?

It's going to be difficult to take all three of them, but perhaps I can enlist my newfound companion, if he can be convinced these newcomers are a threat. A pity he's so easy-going.
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