[I did mention that I had been coming back from a flight and have a full-time job. Nonetheless, I apologize for the delay. Also, sidenote: don't be afraid to help lead the story. Remember, this is a cooperative effort, not just one of us has to direct the action at a time, feel free to control background characters as well. You don't have to wait for me to direct the scene. Enjoy!]
Quinlan kept tight into the crevice from where he was. He definitely hadn't been counting on her to follow him here. He didn't care where she went, just as long as it was away from him, so when she joined his hiding spot, he scowled at her. He said nothing and just held his breath, keeping it low enough so that his heart would calm down. The needle-like pangs inching through his veins forced him to bite down on his lip.
He cut his eyes to her again. Didn't she have a blindfold on? Why the hell did it look like she was looking at him? Couldn't she find her own hiding spot?
He didn't waste any time trying to ask her when dirt was kicked from the edge of the embankment. In fact he pushed out what little breathe he had, and listened intently for the sound of feet crunching dirt on the road.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know!" one bandit replied to the other.
"Well, keep looking! I'm gonna drop down there, and check it out. Lod, you come with me."
Quinlan didn't know who Lod was or what each dumb bastard started to call themselves. When you surrounded yourselves with lowlifes, one face soon blended into another. The bandits jumped off the edge of the path, along with another both of them were wielding weapons. One a club, and the other an axe. They were gruff and scarred, Lod was the heavier of the two, well-muscled and balding, while the first bandit was lean and gaunt.
Quinlan knew this was a bad idea. He should have kept running. Thankfully, they were coming up on the woman's side and would likely see her first. He kept his right fist balled up close to him and when he spied them through the brush as they were oncoming, he readied himself.
"THAT WOMAN THERE MAKES FOR A BETTER PRIZE THAN I!" Quinlan hollered at the top of his lungs before bolting off into the brush on the opposite side of the dirt path.
The gaunt bandit screamed for the others to regroup. Lod spotted the woman where they both had been hiding and immediately bolted for her, along with eight of the total comrades that followed. Two for the price of one.
Quinlan kept tight into the crevice from where he was. He definitely hadn't been counting on her to follow him here. He didn't care where she went, just as long as it was away from him, so when she joined his hiding spot, he scowled at her. He said nothing and just held his breath, keeping it low enough so that his heart would calm down. The needle-like pangs inching through his veins forced him to bite down on his lip.
He cut his eyes to her again. Didn't she have a blindfold on? Why the hell did it look like she was looking at him? Couldn't she find her own hiding spot?
He didn't waste any time trying to ask her when dirt was kicked from the edge of the embankment. In fact he pushed out what little breathe he had, and listened intently for the sound of feet crunching dirt on the road.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know!" one bandit replied to the other.
"Well, keep looking! I'm gonna drop down there, and check it out. Lod, you come with me."
Quinlan didn't know who Lod was or what each dumb bastard started to call themselves. When you surrounded yourselves with lowlifes, one face soon blended into another. The bandits jumped off the edge of the path, along with another both of them were wielding weapons. One a club, and the other an axe. They were gruff and scarred, Lod was the heavier of the two, well-muscled and balding, while the first bandit was lean and gaunt.
Quinlan knew this was a bad idea. He should have kept running. Thankfully, they were coming up on the woman's side and would likely see her first. He kept his right fist balled up close to him and when he spied them through the brush as they were oncoming, he readied himself.
"THAT WOMAN THERE MAKES FOR A BETTER PRIZE THAN I!" Quinlan hollered at the top of his lungs before bolting off into the brush on the opposite side of the dirt path.
The gaunt bandit screamed for the others to regroup. Lod spotted the woman where they both had been hiding and immediately bolted for her, along with eight of the total comrades that followed. Two for the price of one.