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[sup]Current Location: Arlington - Interacting With: Bandit, Leo, Marsha, Jain, James - Mentioned: April, Darric, Jain, Hector, Trevor, Aaron[/sup]

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[color=gray]What in God's name was happening?

The charge was successful, sending the bandits fleeing from the battlefield, yet were the Troopers too late? One of the scouts had been stabbed in the side, and both April [i]and[/i] Darric had been slain by the thugs. Where did it go wrong? How did simple bandits get the upper hand on trained soldiers in the post apocalyptic art of warfare? There had been many questions Maisy desired the answer too, but business stood in the way. Cracking a bandit hard in the skull, the rancher's cudgel had finally snapped after leaving a trail of wounded or dead crooks.

Another had attempted to limp past the Troopers, himself trying to drag his leg to where his friends were retreating. Casting the broken weapon aside, Maisy had reached for her lariat and swung it high in the air. Casting it towards the limping brigand, Maisy made sure that he couldn't escape after binding him tightly. It was then that Maisy received a call from Jain, asking her to return. Nevertheless, Maisy couldn't just leave the battlefield at an instant without planning for her absence.[/color] 

[color=moccasin][b]"Leo, clean up the mess. Burn the bodies and bury our dead somewhere."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy ordered, placing the one who had survived even the impossible in temporary command. Then, with a quieter tone so only either of them could hear, Maisy continued to speak.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"And make sure Hector doesn't kill anyone besides the remaining thugs or Crazed. I don't want to deal with a grieving man putting a tomahawk in one of our heads over losing people he cared about. Understood?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy finished, heaving the captured bandit on to the back of her horse.

Once Maisy passed down her orders, she sighed as she rode to where Jain had been located. Commanding could be a pain in the ass sometimes, especially with all the responsibility suddenly forced onto Maisy. The main commander had been put out of action, people were dead and others were wounded... all and all, it was a mess that Maisy now had to deal with. By the time Maisy was nearly to the town, her thoughts had shifted once more. If Jain had been hurt, what about Trevor's status?

It was something that worried Maisy for reasons she knew existed, but were not clear. Still, regardless of how she felt, Maisy had not seen Trevor anywhere nearby, nor Aaron who had also been accompanying Jain. However, as much Maisy wanted to search for them, the rancher had other pressing matters--like the guard pointing a Remington 870 straight at her.[/color] [color=lawngreen][b]"You one of 'em?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]The guard asked, refusing to let down his sights that he had trained on Maisy.[/color]

[color=moccasin][b]"By jingo, you’re right. And since one of you lickspittles can't shoot center, I'm going to give you to the count of three before I clean your plow with that cannon you got yourself there."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy answered, referring to the fact one of them had shot Jain. She wasn't always so intimidating, but it was evident that the message Maisy sent was received, and the natives quickly let the rancher inside into their abode. Riding to the center of town, the town mayor was quick to meet with Maisy once she arrived.[/color]

[b]"You must be Maisy, correct?"[/b] [color=gray]The mayor asked as Maisy dismounted, to which the rancher nodded her slouch hat too, yet before either of them could say another word, the bandit started to peep up with a mouthful of taunts, reminding Maisy that he still existed.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Can it, buddy."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy replied, slamming her boot into his behind and shoving him to the ground, causing the bandit to hit the ground and into a world of pain.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"He's all yours. Just show me the way to Jain."[/b][/color] [color=gray]The rancher continued, to which the mayor was happy to oblige.

It wasn't a far walk to reach Jain, who was housed in a repurposed building that must've held some sort of utilities or tools before the Risen had shown. Some of the tools were still laying around, evident from the hasty bed that the locals constructed for Jain.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"You wished to see me?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, taking off her slouch hat and hanging it on an old hook. Her eyes flickered momentarily to James who was in the same room, leaving Maisy wondering once again what the hell had happened today.[/color]

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