Talori/Vagabond Plot 403: Blood in the Water

Milo just continued to bristle as words were tossed around and Ouusaldus continued to try to control the situation. But from the interference by their Torrine captives as his group attempted to take the emperor's son, he could tell that this situation would be far from controlled.

The kid seemed to be very nervous, and for good reason. Milo decided to milk it, even after a large black Guardian stepped between him and the kid. The young warrior's warm eyes flashed dangerously at the equine behind the guardian. Then, all of a sudden the other young horse lunged.

Let him...they attack first, I don't have to answer for what comes next. Milo thought to himself, holding back a sadistic grin. It hurt when the young stallion's teeth connected with his neck, but as soon as he did that grin started to show. Blood dripped down his neck, the hot liquid only firing him up more. But before he could do much of anything, the donkey that had originally almost aided the princely stallion leapt at him and a sickening snap sounded.

Milo couldn't help but laugh out loud. "That's more like it, new guy! Within the next moments he had drawn his golden broadsword and used his teke for two of the golden throwing knives to shoot out from his dreadlocked mane in the direction of his attacker's face and chest.

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Kanaloa | Guardian

He heard bone cracking and he was near sure it was Lucifer's leg, the one their traitor of a former Talorian had bit down on, that was the origin of said sound. No. So young, barely out of adulthood, how dare they target something so indispensable to a horse? Of all wounds you could sustain in battle, broken legs were the worst, often littered with complications. His late wife had told him that on more than one occasion. He remembered Renata tending to a bite to his leg, scolding him to be more careful. 'You're lucky the bone wasn't broken.' If Lucifer's was now, he needed medical attention and he needed it stat. Sadly, the encampments' resources were short in supply. He had no time for thinking about it too long though. He wasn't even sure these terrorists would let them live to see another day. He shoved Lucifer away roughly as his fellow guardians and Madoka joined the fray. He was thankful the latter at least had some skill, but realized they were outnumbered still. This was only one patrol, if they defeated them by some miracle, there would be more. They had no weapons, had no plan. They were captives. If they kept fighting, they might end up dead, their future plans of escape would be for naught.

"STOP," he felt himself calling, his battle position switching from offensive to defensive, merely moving to keep their opponents from further harming their herd mates. "Let my herd mates fall back, take care of the boy." His eyes were on Ouusaldus who he guessed was the leader. "He shouldn't have attacked, but he h-" He pushed Lucifer back some more before assisting Klaus with applying teke to the sword to try and fling it away. Then he continued. He felt ridiculous, talking while fighting, but it was their only possible way out without this ending in potential blood shed on their end. "He's young. He is angry." How could he not? He was not only captured, his father somewhere unknown, but also had his sister murdered. Were they without reason? "I'll come with you without a fight. I'll bear the consequences. It will do you no good either if you are forced to hurt us." The Talorians were already on edge. Anything more and they might riot. Every able horse, mare and child. He didn't want that and since they were outnumbered, he hoped these so called flock members wouldn't either. He spared his fellow Talorians sideway glances, hoping they would be willing to fall back as well. He hoped they could see the tactic behind it. "Let us settle this without further bloodshed."

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Peregrine || Flight Member || Post 5

All the rage and momentum that the stallion had built up drained just as quickly from his body as the situation dissipated, like mist in hot, mid-morning sun. Peregrine found himself falling back into line with the other Flight members, as the elder horses squabbled, attempting to diffuse the ruffled feelings from the sudden and violent battle. Peregrine could barely believe how quickly it had all occurred, and he was not prepared for how time would distort itself in the next few seconds, almost in the opposite direction. Time slowed itself to a crawl as the child used the last of his strength to wield a weapon, thrusting it wildly in the direction of the flight members.

As though the scene were underwater, it evolved before Peregrine in slow motion, as the blade found itself sinking through the black Guardian's ribs like a hot knife through snow. In his mind, Peregrine heard the sickening sound of the slickness, worse even than the snapping of Lucifer's leg bone by a million times over. It made him feel sick to his stomach, and faint to his head. Spots danced in the gray horse's eyes, clearing in time to see the Guardian begin to slump over.

It was only then that time returned to its normal pace, and Peregrine found himself the one in slow motion, standing stock still, unable to move, or even to breathe, his eyes locked on the black horse before him.

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Kanaloa | Guardian

Kanalaoa had begun nodding. If they were just giving Lucifer medical attention, that would be fine. "Alright, but only-" his words died his mouth, only a forced gasp of breath coming out. That stupid, stupid youth had slunk his blade into, not even an enemy as Kane had trying to resolve this, no into an alley. All he could do for a few moments was watch in quite horror, mouth frozen, open where the words to speak had left him. What. How. His mind reeled at this perplexing terrible turn of events and then he was stumbling towards Klaus as the black stallion sunk to his knees, supporter by Othello who had been quicker to react. No, no, no. It had been years since anybody died so close to Kanaloa, his jobs generally not so exciting. But then when the flock had decended upon him, death had been everywhere. He felt angry, lost, because it wasn’t even them who sunk in that blade this time. No. No. No.

“Do something,” he yelled at the terrorists who now suddenly had decided to back off. Torrine was incredibly low on supplies. Didn’t they have clerics of sorts?! “A cleric, he needs a cleric.” He tried pushing with his teke against the wound, stop the bleeding, but blood was coming out his nose, out of his mouth.

“Yes, you are not done yet, don’t you dare give up now.”

He was not a cleric, he knew nothing of woulds or treatment. That had been Renata’s thing, a mare’s thing, but now he wished he had paid better attention when she had treated him. “Renata could have patched you right back up. She was good at that,” he started saying, hoping conversation would keep Klaus attentive. Awake. Alive. But his companion’s breath was already slowing and then it fell completly still.

No.

“May Cascade have his soul.” Kane would let himself be dragged off by the flock without complaint aside from demanding a proper burial. Someone would need to tell the little devil once he woke up again. Kanaloa hoped he was prepared to live with the consequences of his rash actions.

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