Cynraede tried to remain rather calm and still to not draw the attention to himself, pulling the horses reins backs slightly to sit between the injured Gaildrin, and Rannie. Angelnarth stood to their right, watching the happening unfold.
Seven stood along the tree line, their crossbows aimed with deadly angmarim iron tipped bolts aimted at the group, ready to bite deep and drink blood. Four came along the main road to the group, hopefully this would go easily, they might could talk themselves out of a possibly bad fight. He turned to look to the injured Gaildrin, who tried to hide his pain as he rested his hand upon his reins and tried not to slump in his saddle, seeming strong, and ready. He whispered softly, trying to avoid moving his lips as much.
"They're along the tree line, on the road ahead, and more breaking off from the left. Stay close, and lets see how this unfolds."
Cynraede adjusted himself in the saddle as he looked to the men who spoke quickly, and to the point.
"Who are you? State your business quickly!"
Cynraede offered a wide smile as he hailed the men, offering a slight nod to them as he attempted to spin a web of lies.
"We are reinforcements from Aphar, he has sent us on the dark ones accord!"
The men looked to each other and discussed what this strange looking man had said, shooting the company looks as they bantered back and forth before one pointed and yelled.
"Aphar is no friend of the master! Kill them, they are spies!"
Time seemed to go on forever in that moment, thoughts racing through the hunters mind before he acted on primal instinct. Without warning he tackled Gaildrin from his horse, pressing his body as a shield to the young man as he drew his bow and an arrow, hearing Rannies words fall upon deaf ears as she tried to convince the men that they did not know of their 'masters' plight.
They charged as Angelnarth kicked his horse and strode to the archers who took cover behind the trees as they hailed the group with the cruelly barbed bolts as they flew past, one barely missing Cynraede's horse as he tore off in a full gallop across the field.
The rushing angmarim found no pleasure in their advance as they stumbled upon a few of their fallen brothers that crimson feathered shafts had felled as the hunter continued to lay upon the injured man and shield him with his body in an attempt to keep him safe.
"We have a plan?!"
Asked Gaildrin as he tried to hunker down to keep from getting pelted by bolts, not comforted by the hunter who laughed wildly as he continued to loose arrow after arrow, deeply enjoying the view of dead angmarim.
"Yes! Don't die today!"
He looked around as the last one fell and died a rather gruesome death at the hands of Rannie, and the hooves of her horse, stifling a prideful smile.
He looked around, seeing Angelnarth ride up from the woods, unable to visibly see his skirmish, though it was obvious it had been a bloody one. Cynraede turned to look to Gaildrin, checking over him quickly as he picked him up and helped him quickly mount his horse.
"We must go, and continue on homeward, these surely were not the last. I'll be on my way shortly, go and I will catch up, I need to retrieve my arrows."
He nodded to the others and watched them ride off, waiting till he was not in viewing distance to fall to his knees, and look at the two bolts that had pierced his side, breaking the shafts and hushing a guttural growl of pain that seemed more animal that human. The hunter quickly gathered his arrows and mounted the horse once more, giving a soft kiss and a gentle nudge to his ribs as it sent him into a full gallop to the ground ahead.
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Cynraede chuckled at Rannie as he she sat sleeping in the chair, he stood carefully, feeling bones crack and definitely feeling the two bolts that remained in his side as he stepped outside the Forsaken Inn, watching a traveler approach from the dusted lands. He watched quietly, as he sipped a fresh cup of hot tea, though something was strange about this one, the horse, seemed familiar in color, but he could not make it out at such a distance. It was only when it got close, when he realized who it was.
The hunter dropped the cup of tea and bolted towards the horse and its rider, his boots gripping the rough grainy dirt of the earth as he propelled himself forward, for this was no ordinary horse. This was Daysey...
He ran to the mans side, running a gentle, loving hand along Dayseys mane, whispering to her softly.
"You're alright, I have you now. Where is she, who is this?"
The man murmured softly as he the hunter pulled him from the horse and handed him to several of the men from the Inn.
"An angel! An angel saved me, I saw it with my own eyes! She stalked the hills, she went to avenge me!"
Cynraede turned to the stable boy, whispering orders in a hushed tone as the boy tried to keep up with his long gait.
"You are to feed this horse your best hay and give it your best water. If I find you've been feeding it ilk, or watering it piss. I will beat it out of you, am I clear?"
The man shot the boy a gaze as he mounted his horse quickly, a dark brow raised as the greyish blue eyes stared down at him and watched him go wide eyed and nodded quickly. The hunter flicked him a single gold coin and kissed to his horse firmly, whispering in his ears quietly.
"Move the earth beneath your hooves my friend, let us fly as the wind."
The boy stood, his head tilted as he stared at the gold coin before looking up into the cloud of dust, both the white horse, and his rider strode full gallop in search of something. He sighed softly as he took the horse by her reins and muttered under his breath.
"Breelanders.. All the same.."
