"What are you talking about? It's huge, my whole family could live in this one!" The goblin exclaimed and kicked the horse in front of him hard in the backside. The drowsy beast sprang into action immediately and brought the two unexpected adventurers and the coach with it. Only when they started to go fast did the goblin realise that he had no idea about how to steer a coach and promptly handed the reins over to his larger-than-average friend just as the coachmen got out of the tavern with their crossbows. A few bolts wizzed past or struck the coach, but neither of the two or the horse was hit. One of them, a fellow with a large moustache ran after the coach for a short while before giving up. 

Baxxink, not being used to the kind of speed that made his eyes dry out and stomach sink into his trousers, held on for dear life as the demon tugged and pulled at the seemingly tiny leather strips that connected the horse to the coach. Every now and then he risked a look over his shoulder just to make sure they weren't followed. After all, the other coaches were just as ready to go as this one had been, and the guys piloting them were used to travelling faster than sound. 

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Before long the sound of hooves on packed dirt could be heard and as Baxxink turned to look he could clearly see half a dozen humans on horseback. Apparently they'd disconnected the beasts from their burdens to make them go even faster, lunatics. 
"They're behind us! What are we going to do?" He shouted as loudly as he could, but feared that the air that held his words were well behind their pursuers when it reached the air that had held Vekyzz ears. To make sure that his bulky companion knew about the pursuers he instead rammed a sharp clawed finger into the demon's side, which would surely make him turn to check in a gentlemanly manner so that Baxxink could point out the danger.