A dangerous game of save the Rad (invite only)

True Cause said not a word through her watch and just as much when it came time to wake everyone up, letting the other handle that since he seemed so keen to do so before she'd check her weapons and ammunition one more time, casting a disappointed glance toward where the sun had risen before moving along with the others. Three days walk was quite a trek... if she'd been smart she would've packed herself more food but that didn't seem to be reasonable with how little she'd known. Stupid of her not to ask. She was smarter than that. Worse yet was concern of water... maybe they'd get lucky and find some. In any case, once everyone was ready, so too was she.

Helik let out groans and grunts feeling Rad fought back agianst him. His blood was smeared onto Rad's back as he kept smacking the pegasus around for revenge on that comment of the griffins being bigger. That really pissed the zebra off causing a few feahers to be pulled out slowly. Helga just sat there snugglign Wiges waiting for her husband to let her at the stallion.

A griffin walked up knocking on the side of the cage before talking "Sir, the partol is heading out." WIth that Helik left Rad to his own decives to slowly bleed out and walked over to Wiges with an eveil grin as his wife approached the beaten pegasus using her whip to wake him up "Get up now slave."

The partol heading out was made up fo about four earth pony stallions, armed with some pistols and a few repeaters. They were heading in the direction of Old Loosa going on a beer run.

Mar started walking towards the sunrise as soon as everyone was up, he didn't care that the orange griffin was still sleeping or that the white one was traveling in the middle of the group. He chose to move at the back of the group alongside True. He thought of her as the strong silent type and wanted to hear her story. So he fished out a skull to roll around his talons as he slowly flew alongside her. "The name is Mar-Vale."

True Cause glanced back toward Mare as she heard the winged approach of Mar-Vale. She afforded him little else though, the griffon wasn't exactly on the best of her sides but she didn't hate him... she just had a job. "You may call me True." she said simply and then looked back to where she was walking. Her voice had been flat, monotonous if anything or perhaps just plainly apathetic about it. "Is there something that you need of me?" she asked.

Ale trotted along at the head of the group. His rifle was loaded and his senses where primed. He scanned the horizon every so often, looking for anything that might be a threat. Some might say he was paranoid but ale made a living off of caravan guard duty. HE was always expecting an ambush.

Suddenly something got his attention. The sound of talons on hallow bone. A sound ale was very familiar with. He turned to see mar playing with a skull as he conversed with one of the others. The resemblance was eerie. "Could you please put that away?" Ale asked as he looked forward again. The last thing ale wanted was to be reminded of that griffin. Especially when the life of another was at stake.

(PER-7 keeping eyes out for threats.)

Spirit walked along side Ale who seemed to be on the look out. Good, he seemed a little paranoid but sometimes that was a good thing. He looked down at the unicorn, who seemed a bit agitated by the sound of Mar handling a skull. So much that he had something to say about it. Spirit turned his head to look at Mar, but said nothing. It didn't really bother him, but if Ale was trying to listen for noises the skull was only a distraction. Next to Mar was True Cause. Who seemed to be sort of an introvert. She was silent and seemed to keep to herself. A pony who probably had an interesting background... but rarely spoke of it. Spirit looked around himself too, and tried to listen for any other noises as well, a second pair of ears would help a lot.

Mar looked over at Ginger as he landed folding his wings putting the skull back in his bag to make it easier to walk. He looked over at True "Glad to meet you True, I wish to know if I can know if you will fight or not." He didn't care much for the others focusing on this one mare to gain her trust to have a way to not be killed at the end of the job.

Wiges woke up at the sound of the griffin beating on the side of the cage, then winced seeing the whip hit Rad three separate times. She looked in fear at Helik as both husband and wife started having their won fun with both pegasus.

After it all was over Wiges sat there shaking and crying to herself. She saw Rad with a knife left in his hoof after Helga cut him up putting light streams of blood coming from his body.
She watched the two zebras leave the room laughing like mad ponies, before she slowly crawled over picking up the small healing potions they left and the bandages. She looked down at him with a smile before kissing his forehead, tearing out the knife at the same time before pressing down with the bandages and giving him a potion, then wraps the hoof properly. She then lays down next to him to make sure he heals properly

After the zebras had decided they'd had enough Rad was simply sat there, looking at the knife left in his hoof. He didn't really feel it anymore, it was just... There... Same as the pegasus didn't really feel any of the multitude of cuts and bruises all over his body, he didn't really feel anything anymore.

As Wiges came over he gave her a weak smile, though the defiance that was in his eyes before was gone. Rad let out a yelp of surprise and pain when Wiges pulled the knife out his hoof, it had been completely unexpected, he just sat there as Wiges fixed him, staring at the knife, thinking of the many things he could do with it. as Wiges finished patching him up he had made his choice, lying on the floor and hiding the knife underneath him. "I'll show 'em..." He mumbled as he lay motionless, waiting for the zebras next visit.

True Cause chuckled softly, "I will fight." she said, "I'm surprised that is a question, but yes, I will Fight. Do you want me to fight someone specific? Or should I choose who I'll fight?" she asked, looking over toward the griffon with a mostly stoic face. "Why would you ask such a thing... I came along to try and help take care of slavers that don't have the ability to hold to their word. Do you believe that we intend to talk them out of things?"