"Deaf and dumb," replied Maynette in a hushed, mocking snort. Fluffneck was literally going to ignore and effectively consent to all of the prior ungodly racket and all of the unwelcome movement—and the unfortunate addition of that rider and feather horse!—around him just within the past minute, to say nothing of his own scouts gone AWOL. The lot of them could have set up this sorry scene outside a graveyard instead and been more likely to get the sharp, iron reprimand that they so richly deserved.
Common sense was enough to see that something stunk about this town, and May was beginning to feel the same about this sideways moving raid: by all rights, the whole party should have been full of arrows or chased into full retreat moments ago. Continuing to sit around in a likely compromised position for a signal that may or may not come? As dumb as Fluffy. Just sounded like a setup for a counter-ambush. Had a signal not actually risen in the following moments—and only one, as May gravely noted—the warrior just might have given real consideration to the half-formed thought of mutiny in her mind. Being led around by some half-assed brigand whelp was nearly insufferable as it was.
"... and spineless," Maynette added to her last statement as she received her orders, openly directing a slitting gesturing across her throat to Thestle as the bandit vermin ambled off. Not even grit or commitment enough to lead in the action he was directing. Just another gasbag turkey to be carved, like the rest of his wretched brethren. Maynette mentally filed away thought on that possibility for later.
"Yeah, I'll lead," she replied quietly to Nikang as she slowly rose to a crouch, now speaking to both him and Elisa, "I'll take point. Back me up. But first." No sooner had May whirled and lifted her hand behind her neck than she snapped it down again, and in the next moment, with a hum and a low thud, a nasty-looking tomahawk had lodged in the ground between that bloody horse and its rider, who was clearly attempting to flee.
"We deal with her. I was bidden to siege. I will not babysit. Will either of you?" Having drawn a second axe in her left-hand, Maynette was already well upon the girl before the warrior had uttered the last phrase. "...Are you useful? A burden? Can you fight? ... Or... will you reveal us?" Adjusting her grip on her axe and staring directly into the girl's face, May made little secret of her intentions should she find the answers to her concerns to be... wanting. The warrior needed to be sure that she wasn't going to be walking into that town with a problem in tow, one that could just be fixed with her axe instead, right now.
Common sense was enough to see that something stunk about this town, and May was beginning to feel the same about this sideways moving raid: by all rights, the whole party should have been full of arrows or chased into full retreat moments ago. Continuing to sit around in a likely compromised position for a signal that may or may not come? As dumb as Fluffy. Just sounded like a setup for a counter-ambush. Had a signal not actually risen in the following moments—and only one, as May gravely noted—the warrior just might have given real consideration to the half-formed thought of mutiny in her mind. Being led around by some half-assed brigand whelp was nearly insufferable as it was.
"... and spineless," Maynette added to her last statement as she received her orders, openly directing a slitting gesturing across her throat to Thestle as the bandit vermin ambled off. Not even grit or commitment enough to lead in the action he was directing. Just another gasbag turkey to be carved, like the rest of his wretched brethren. Maynette mentally filed away thought on that possibility for later.
"Yeah, I'll lead," she replied quietly to Nikang as she slowly rose to a crouch, now speaking to both him and Elisa, "I'll take point. Back me up. But first." No sooner had May whirled and lifted her hand behind her neck than she snapped it down again, and in the next moment, with a hum and a low thud, a nasty-looking tomahawk had lodged in the ground between that bloody horse and its rider, who was clearly attempting to flee.
"We deal with her. I was bidden to siege. I will not babysit. Will either of you?" Having drawn a second axe in her left-hand, Maynette was already well upon the girl before the warrior had uttered the last phrase. "...Are you useful? A burden? Can you fight? ... Or... will you reveal us?" Adjusting her grip on her axe and staring directly into the girl's face, May made little secret of her intentions should she find the answers to her concerns to be... wanting. The warrior needed to be sure that she wasn't going to be walking into that town with a problem in tow, one that could just be fixed with her axe instead, right now.