Open Chronicles Caravan Crisis Cavalcade

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Of all the blasted things in the world to protect, Alexios was of the staunch opinion that trader caravans were the absolute worst. They were as fast as their slowest member and the slowest members were always incredibly bloody slow, especially when they really needed to be getting a move on. He had been hired to protect the small caravan on their way toward Elbion and he had been hired alone because the damned penny-counters were too cheap to actually pay for a number of defenders at least equal to their number of caravans.​
Riding wasn't a skill he was particularly very good at either so he had hitched a ride in one of the caravans - specifically the slowest one because if he were planning an attack he would take that one out first since it would likely be the first one encountered at the rear of the caravan. The rest of the caravan would be used to them lagging behind so wouldn't immediately raise the alarm.​
Unfortunately for him it looked like he was right and the best way to attack the caravan was to attack the last one, the straggler. Cursing up a storm, Alexios parried a sword slash from one of the riders before thrusting his other hand forward. A burst of flames shot out from his outstretch hand not at the rider but at the horse, blinding and burning the horse's eyes. It didn't take a genius to work out that a horse finding itself suddenly blind and on fire, bucked.​
The rider was thrown under the hooves of his allies and Alexios didn't even give a single fuck.​
Honestly he cared more about the horse and he didn't even like horses - it just sucked that the big dumb bugger had such an asshole riding on it's back so it got blasted.​
"Mr Trader!"
He hadn't bothered learning the scared man's name.​
"I suggest you urge your nag JUST A LITTLE MORE since these gentlemen seem to not have your best wishes in mind!"
 
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