Maynette almost burst into laughter. Trouble? If only Smitty knew how the last fifteen minutes or so had gone on her side! No, no, no... intercepting whatever was chasing this flushed rabbit of a man under the town walls? That sounded like a much more welcome scenario by far; it likely meant her favorite kind of problem-solving—
Wait, wasn't Smitty one of the scouts?
...Well, it seemed like at least he hadn't just been screwing around inside the town. Sparing no thought for the implications just yet, May relinquished her earlier, severe plans for the scouts once she found them; instead, after a quick scan of the top of the wall and a moment of thought, she turned her attention to the rabbit hole.
Gesturing to everyone for complete silence—a brief but grim stare was directed at Fess in particular—May lifted a jagged, curving, dark-reddish axe from her right hip and motioned for everyone to ready themselves and quietly take a position around the hole that was at least not in plain view. May herself stepped right over the hole from where it met the wall, taking a long stance with a foot planted on either side.
Couldn't be helped that Smitty led whoever-the-hell-was-chasing-him back to the hole; if anything, they at least knew now that the other side of the wall was actively hostile. However, that meant that Maynette at least—she couldn't necessarily speak for her comrades—wasn't crawling back through it so soon herself. Just sounded like suicide. Making the best of Smitty's escape and trying to set up an ambush for any eager front runners seemed more practical. And fun. May presumed they could figure things out from there after Smitty's pursuers were thinned out a little and spooked.
Licking her lips and twisting at her core with axe held aloft in both hands, the woman wound herself up to cleave the first skull or neck that she saw coming through the hole and didn't like. Which, she reasoned, should be all of them.
Wait, wasn't Smitty one of the scouts?
...Well, it seemed like at least he hadn't just been screwing around inside the town. Sparing no thought for the implications just yet, May relinquished her earlier, severe plans for the scouts once she found them; instead, after a quick scan of the top of the wall and a moment of thought, she turned her attention to the rabbit hole.
Gesturing to everyone for complete silence—a brief but grim stare was directed at Fess in particular—May lifted a jagged, curving, dark-reddish axe from her right hip and motioned for everyone to ready themselves and quietly take a position around the hole that was at least not in plain view. May herself stepped right over the hole from where it met the wall, taking a long stance with a foot planted on either side.
Couldn't be helped that Smitty led whoever-the-hell-was-chasing-him back to the hole; if anything, they at least knew now that the other side of the wall was actively hostile. However, that meant that Maynette at least—she couldn't necessarily speak for her comrades—wasn't crawling back through it so soon herself. Just sounded like suicide. Making the best of Smitty's escape and trying to set up an ambush for any eager front runners seemed more practical. And fun. May presumed they could figure things out from there after Smitty's pursuers were thinned out a little and spooked.
Licking her lips and twisting at her core with axe held aloft in both hands, the woman wound herself up to cleave the first skull or neck that she saw coming through the hole and didn't like. Which, she reasoned, should be all of them.