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Zin's Holy Quest
Fang - one day from Maru Caravanserai
Malacost swore as he cleaned the scratches the falcon raked in his face. The cursed bird had flown away as the young redheaded girl rode away, with the young assassin in tow.
The venom would be cursing strongly through his veins now. He would be unable to do much except breath for most part of the day.
Even then, if an antidot was not administrated on time, he would be suffering the side effects of the green spider poison for a long time. Sluggish movements, nerve and liver damage, searing muscular pain, to name a few. No the young assassin would know his priority would be to find an antidote although that would not be easy in a world he was unfamiliar with.
The bounty hunter looked at the ruined horse laying on the grass of the valley. Its brownish red arterial blood staining the the ground below. He had let is rage take over him when the horse seemed to attack him. He had used the pickaxe on the beast, driving its iron point into its skull and neck over and over again, at the rage he felt having been surprised by a slit of a girl.
~A bloody witch...~ he thought remembering the panic in her eyes as it flashed green before the animals around them went crazy. He could see his horse in the distance. He would have to wash the blood of himself before he tried to approach it. Most tamed animals were very skittish around its iron rich smell. But he was confident he would be able to catch the beast again.
He looked over at the distance, surprised that she had elected to drive deeper into the mountains and not go back to Maru to get help from her friends. But maybe they didn't know her past. That she was wanted. Or even more likely, they had no idea she was a witch. Malacost dropped to his knees and touched the ground making a promise to Zinheim.
He would catch the little witch and present her to Margrave Otho himself, in chains, broken, her eyes gauged. The money he would make from the assassin's capture meant very little compared to the praise he would receive from the holy incarnation of his god.