The mage sat on his horse a quarter of a mile in front of Ryn both six shooter raised as he yelled to the Night Elf “What do you want? Why the hell have you been following me?”

Ryn did not respond he simply stood staring back at the man, even if he wanted to answer the mage he did not know the answers to his questions. As he pondered why he was here following this man toward the Hellscape Anaquandai spoke to him [i]“The time for following is over, now is time for killing.”[/i]

At these words Ryn began to sprint forward. The mage did not hesitate as three steaming blue rings appeared in front of the barrels of both guns and he began firing them in rapid succession. As each bullet fired passed through the rings they began to glow and steam as blocks of magical ice formed around them. Anaquandai once again spoke to Ryn [i]“Step Left, 1 second Slide Right, 2 seconds Roll Forward, Stand, and then Swing.”[/i]

Ryn did as Anaquandai commanded. The magical ice bullets coming within centimeters of striking him, he could feel the burn of their chill as they passed, but each of the movements that Anaquandai dictated kept Ryn from harm. After closing the gap between himself and the mage Ryn rolled forward, stood, and swung Anaquandai. 

The familiar feeling of the ax breaking bone and rending flesh ran through his body as the mage made a low grunt before splitting clean in two at the waist. The two halves of the mage slide off the horse and landed on the ground with a wet thud. Anaquandai spoke to Ryn [i]“Another beast is dead.”[/i]

After catching his breath Ryn began rummaging through the dead man’s belongings. Mostly ammo, some of the poison humans consider medicine, human currency, and a small package of papers. 

The first few papers were wanted posters for various outlaws, then there were a pile of business cards with “Rolando McCoy, Mage, Bounty Hunter, Runaway Slave Hunter, and Mercenary for Hire.” Printing across the top and an address in some human city across the bottom. The last was a job posting for a job in a town the Ryn knew was just a few miles ahead. A survey crew needs an escort into the Hellscape.

Ryn was about to toss the papers to the ground when Anaquandai spoke[i] “Go to this disgusting human town and meet the contact. Lie if you must, get on the crew, and don’t try to kill the mages.”[/i]

Ryn frowned at the thought of doing a human’s bidding and he sneered at the thought of working with mage’s but Anaquandai’s advice was always sound so he mounted the dead mages horse and rode towards town. He would be there within the hour.