Potential Ambush

JP: Winteroak, Voah, Hunter and Gonyaul.

As they trekked back to the city with the bound prisoner, across the pathways between farms and trails, shouts came from the few spots of woods that still remained along the edge of the main road. The prisoner started laughing and up ahead, around 100 meters, a figure emerge from the darkness on the road. He was holding a torch that illuminated his figure of a tall muscular man with bare chest and what appeared to be some sort of animal head covering his own.

Hunter smirks from behind his laughing prisoner. He was amused that he was able taunt a cult leader to show his face this early in his game. He was actually expecting it to take a few days. Then he chuckled as he spoke up, “This worked faster than expected. Thanks for luring out your boss. I don’t need you anymore.” Then Hunter whipped out a throwing blade and held it under the prisoner’s throat. Then he spoke to Voah, “Voah I just served you one of the cult bosses. How do you want to play it?”

Voah was somewhat hoping for this to happen. She needed something more to go on besides the word of a vacillating victim and if she didn't end up with lifeless bodies at the end of this it, their mouths might prove useful.

"I doubt they care for the loss of this one anyway."

Voah turned toward Hunter and the laughing captive who she stared down.

"Well, I've barely heard a peep out of you all night. Is something funny?"

Gonyaul was once again in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps his decision to go with them was misguided? Or, perhaps he was exactly where he was supposed to be? Time would tell. Regardless, staying in the moment was the only thing of use right now.

He stood still and listened to the others talking. His head was on a swivel and his senses were actively seeking data from his surroundings. The aggressive Hunter seemed excited and self-assured about their current predicament. This made Gonyaul uneasy and uncomfortable , especially now that the man in custody’s life was being threatened; a far worse dilemma than getting branded by a sword.

The conjecture was they were about to experience an announced ambush. He was hoping talking may get them out of that end. Fighting would be less than favorable, especially since he had deduced in his time with Voah and Hunter that both were not at one hundred percent effectiveness.

The captive ignored the Arbiter, smiled one last time and kicked hard at Hunter's injured leg while pushing his own neck against Hunter's blade. Both men fell on the floor. Their suspect dead and Hunter bleeding once again from his leg.

The shadowy figure holding the torch started making his way in their direction.