[h2][b][u]Nuevo Paraíso, Mexico. Several days ago. [/u][/b][/h2]


[h3][b][u]Finn[/u][/b][/h3]

As Finn barrelled towards the approaching carriage he slipped his Winchester shotgun from its holster and focused himself. He could see clearly now that Freya was the one driving, at least seven horsemen hot on her tail. His heart was still pounding like crazy, but it still wasn’t himself that he was worried about. 

He blazed past her and the wagon before unloading his first shot at practically point blank range into the lead rider, his approach hidden by the carriage until the last moment. 

His shot was true and the man had little chance to do anything other than die as he flew backwards twisted in a brutal red mist. 

Finn gripped his horse with his knees as in one motion he cocked the lever action and immediately fired into the second rider that came into his sights - the buckshot again found its mark as the man tumbled backwards over his horse and into the dirt as Finn sped past. 

The remaining riders veered before he could repeat the feat once more and he yanked Beethoven’s reigns which sent the horse into a skid as he fired a third shot barley catching one of the men in a grazing wound as he tried to dodge out of the way. 

Urging the horse onwards he pressed himself down into the saddle as one of the men began firing his revolver at him, several of the rounds whipping past him before he returned fire. Three slugs later the man toppled from his saddle as Finn’s shots eventually found their target. 

He swiftly holstered the shotgun, knowing that it was now empty and in need of a reload that he didn’t have the time for. He pulled one of his revolvers free and opened fire at the remaining riders with an expression of grim determination plastered across his features. 


[h3][b][u]Freya[/u][/b][/h3]

“Shitty fuck!” cursed Freya as she yanked on the reigns and intense pain  again blossomed through her left side. 

Doubling over she was glad that her Finn had just arrived and was in the process of ridding them of their pursuers. He did always seem to have a knack for useful timing she mused briefly to herself. 

Turning she spared a glance behind her at the pursuers, spotting their numbers beginning to fall she turned her attention away from the road before them and took aim at the nearest rider with her revolver. Moments later she fired a single shot which despite the impressive distance buried itself in the rider who tumbled from his horse. 

One of the man’s feet caught in his stirrups, causing him to be dragged behind unceremoniously, a few pained screeches being heard before he fell silent. 

Moments later the remaining riders veered from the road and began swiftly galloping away. 

Standing in the seat Freya fired another round towards the men, her teeth gritted in pain as she did. 

“Fuck” she barked as she missed, none of the riders fell from their saddles and she dejectedly fell back into the seat as a wave of wooziness overtook her. 

“I never miss…” she mouthed to herself silently with a sullen expression. 


[h3][b][u]Finn[/u][/b][/h3]

As the last of the attackers turned to flee with their tails between their legs, Finn decided not to pursue them and turned back to the carriage which was now coming to a stop. 

Freya lowered herself from the drivers seat as the rear door opened and out stepped a rather distressed looking Gerardo Gonzailez. 

“Jesucristo that was insane!” He exclaimed turning his attention to Freya with a worried glance towards Finn who remained in the saddle with his gun in hand “and you, whomever you are, you have our thanks!” 

Finn simply stared silently at him with what could be described as a bemused expression. He watched as Freya took a few steps towards him and pressed herself against the Mexican in an embrace. Gerardo looked pleasantly surprised for a brief moment before she jammed the barrel of her revolver into his large gut and fired her last shot into the man. 

He crumpled to the ground writhing and screeching in Mexican as he clutched at the new wound. 

“That’s for being a filthy piece of shit” she spat before she planted the most powerful kick she could manage into his crotch “and that’s for the girl you raped. Now enjoy bleeding to death in this shit hole of a country [i]Mr Gonzailez[/i]!”

She looked like she was about to leave him to his fate when she turned back and with much gusto spat a huge glob of phlegm into the man’s face with a snort. 

Turning away her eyes settled on briefly on Finn before moving to the carriage - and more importantly on the chest loaded in the small rear compartment and whatever goodies may be within. She took a few steps forwards before she felt another wave of wooziness and suddenly she crumpled to the ground.