"Huge ? You call this thing huge ? This is a bloody, rotten nutshell!" Vekyzz snatched the reins out of Baxxink's tiny hands presenting them to him. Well... the demon knew how not to avoid any imperfection in the road's surface. The demon apparently really was much more interesting in optimizing the straightness of their path than in saving them and the coach from any shocks.

Then there was a sudden pain in the demon's flank. Did one of bolts penetrate the coach's wall and hit him ? Then his head wouldn't be safe either despite the fact that he was ducking so hard that only his horns were reaching above the roof... A glance downwards and he discovered the truth. That... greddy, little... useless goblin! Vekyzz bared his teeth and reached for Baxxink's wrist in one rapid movement. It stopped to be visible beneath the demon's fingers and he certainly was applying a vice grip from hell. "You..." was the only word he forced out between his lips, his voice trembling with only halfway suppressed anger.

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Before being able to finally decide and crush the bone in his hand though, their pursuers managed to draw Vekyzz' attention. They were in trouble. Huge trouble. Two against many was a situation that could become critical very quickly and hopefully he didn't need to tell this to his companion.
"Jump onto the horse and leave some space for me! I'll disconnect this heap of junk so we can go faster!"