[i]"Got any debts ye not told us about?"[/i]

“None stupid enough to come out here.” Ovra replied with a turn of her head, the slash of her mouth easily folding into a grin. 

Turning her attention back to the horizon she peered at the charging cloud of dust and ash. The cloud itself seemed to be moving more erratic at this point, weaving left and right but staying in the general direction of the group. As it drew closer it was almost as if all the very pressure of the air dropped for a second, there was a low hum before the cloud of shifting brown was swallowed by an explosion of flame and then dark smoke. 

“[i][b]By Andraste’s Flaming Ass.[/b][/i]” Ovra exclaimed beneath her breath as she stood up out of the crouch that she had reflexly dropped into. 

Before she could continue a group of figures burst outward from the smoke. Seven horses, one ahead of the rest which hung close behind in dead chase. The rider atop of the lead horse was hunched forward pressing their steed, a dark colored imperial warmblood forward in a full gallop. Those that followed behind were of obvious mercenary make, but the uniformity of their uniforms of dark leather and metal suggested a more professional appearance. But the figure that drew Ovra’s eye was at the center of the group, a woman dressed in stark umbras and golds, a staff raised in her hand, whose ornate design curved upwards into a roaring black dragon,the heraldry of the Imperium.

[i]Hunters[/i], It was all beginning to make sense in Ovra’s mind now. Her curiosity peaked she raised her hand in a tight fist, signaling the others to hold their position.

The mage rose her staff towards the sky and rose her other hand towards the rider, muttering beneath her breath. There was another hum in the air as energies were pulled and contorted, then a release as a spark of lighting escaped from the woman’s outstretched hand faster than one could blink it slammed into the lead rider’s horse. The horse screamed and toppled into the dust, the rider falling to the ground with their mount, coming to rest a stone's throw away from the Breakers.

It was at that moment that Ovra choose to act.

“Time to move!” Ovra yelled towards the others and rushed forward towards the prone figure standing in front of them, signaling with her hand for the others to form a protective circle around the collapsed figure. In Ovra’s eyes, if the Imperium wanted this apparent runaway enough to send an experienced mage after them and a full group of hunters, well maybe a group of opportunistic mercenaries could squeeze a little bit [i]more[/i] coin from them.

“Don’t engage unless ordered. That means [b]you[/b] Garlenn!” Ovra told the others, as she stood arms crossed in front of her as the group of horses drew in close.