Bringing the Goods (Invite only)

Bone looked down at the pony. "Filthy addict." He scoffed as he walked past the pony. Types like him discussed the griffin. They are a leech on resources and deserve nothing but a quick end.

Bone stopped next to specter. "Don't give him the chance. Shoot him and lets move." As the pony moved for his machete the weight of bone's razor talons became more present and he tensed in preparation for a fight. A fight he would welcome.

(If drug pony attacks then take him out with two swipes from my razor talons -16 AP. 20 AP remain for dodge.)

Topaz sort of felt bad for the pony addict, she knew he had a chance to get away from all those drugs but guess fate dragged him there afterall, Topaz just looks at him and hopes that other ponies aren't way worst than him at the moment.
Topaz looks at Aura and sighs "Poor, pony he had a chance to get out of his addiction...."

Mek watched with close disdain as Spectre and Bone both made threats and brandished weapons, and he could do nothing but be amazed how they thought that simply approaching a pony, who happened to be lying in the middle of the road, sleeping, at this precise time was nothing suspicious. He powered on his plasma pistol, and held it in a firm grip. "Aura, dis 'ere smells like a trap. Make sure yer foals're secured tight." He said, preferring to stay by his employer's side rather than gawk at starving addicts. He was half expecting a hail of gunfire come from somewhere and rip the two to shreds. He just hoped that an ambusher would have the good sense to chuck a fire bomb at the griffon. There was nothing like a barbecued griffon wing.

---Keeping a feel out for any vibrations. In the event of an ambush, shooting 3 plasma shots (energy 31) if the ambushers come from ahead of me. If one charges out at me with meele, then i'll place priority on him and instead of shooting, retaliate with 3 gauntlet attacks (Unarmed 55)

Shemik tiredly leaned against his spear. Was a bit late to stop them and try to talk their way out of it. This one was deep down in it, deep enough to attack them. Even though he has seen the diamond dog. That was just wrong. Very wrong.

Shemik felt his brain properly wake up from the surge of adrenalin as the suspicion stroked fear into his mind. He wasn't bloody alone. He couldn't be. Noone would just face them alone, not like this.

Shemik spun the spear down, grabbing it into his mouth and lightly nudged Black Aura with the shaft. "Black!" he hissed, whispering. "Black, grab the kids and hold them in the middle of us, the stupid yellow pegasus too. Ty svině were waiting for us. Ambush, must be. Keep the little ones kalm."

Shemik grabbed his spear into his mouth and took a defensive stance at the rear of the caravan.

(AP:30
Drawing Spear:4AP
Overwatching two attacks with Spear if trouble shows up at the rear end of the caravan: 16AP
AP dedicated to dodging: 10AP)

Collat tied his small bag onto one of his belts and drew his rifle from over his shoulder, hovering into the air in his battle stance. Scanning the area, he looked for any signs that some competition might be around.

[Drew Varmint Rifle. 4 AP. Prepared for combat, scanning for threats, PER 9.]