The four riders advanced behind the trail of the caravan... but a single figure, cut against the horizont, stand between them and their pursuited prey.
Still in the distance, the four guardsmen looked at the distant men, standing over a stone.
"Who is there?" said out loud one of the riders, nervous, as he feared for a moment an ambush. There, in the mountain passes
"Surely somebody of the caravan" said other, as they advanced.
"I know that guy" said one of the riders, taking his sword out. "It was that bastard escort of the caravan! Let's make him pay!"
Bog stand in a rock, looking down in the road how the four guardmen rided toward him, with their spears and swords. For a moment, he thought there could be more of them... but really, he shouldn't be surprised. While the guardsmen wanted revenge against Bogilla for the death of one of his comrades -well, alledged death. She only put a fork in somebody's eye.-. But even so, they wouldn't send an army against a single fugitive. Even less, if they thought it was an easy prey.
Bog then drawned his bow, and carefully aimed an arrow to the aproaching riders.
The arrow fly, and a moment later, one of the four riders rolled in the snow, with the arrow piercing his neck.
"Damn!" cursed other of the riders. "You are going to die!!" he shouted, while Bog shooted other arrow. Knowing that the enemy was armed with a bow, this time the rider dodged the arrow, who fly over his head.
Bog prepared other arrow, as the riders quickly approached, but this time, he shooted to the horse instead:
The horse collapsed in his race, and the rider fall from the horse, rolling on the floor.
The riders where then almost over him, so Bog throwed away the bow, unsheathing his claymore.
"DIEEEE!!!" roared one of the guardsmen, as he charged with his horse over the barbarian. But Bog crouched, and swinging his heavy sword against the legs of the horse, cutted them, making the wounded horse fall, proyecting his raider to the air.
But he didn't had time to move against the other rider, already over him, so he needed to roll to avoid being crushed under the hooves of the horse.
The rider, in his race, needed some space to turn the horse back to attack again, while his comrade stand up from under his wounded and kicking horse.
Knowning he had just a moment, Bog attacked the standing guardsmen, who tried to drawn his sword, but was too slow: He falled to the floor, next to the wounded horse, while his head rolled down the hill.
And then, the last guardsmen come back, riding the back of his horse and waving his spear, and the barbarian knowing the same trick wouldn't work twice, used the rough terrain against the cavalryman, jumping to some stones that not only breaked the charge of the rider, but make him lost the height adventage.
The rider tried to move the horse away, but was too late, and he only was able to try to cover with his spear, but it wasn't enough: his spear and himself fall to the ground, broken.
breathing heavily, Bog turned to the last guardsmen, the one who fall from the horse he killed with an arrow, now standing and with his sword drawn.
With a battlecry, Bog charged...
"What where you doing, pervert?" asked Bogilla to Bog, as she noticed the warrior to join again the caravan. She didn't noticed when he did, but Pumori, the half werewolf girl, was the one to see he wasn't around, wanting to follow him. Bogilla was able to stop the little girl, thinking that it can't be good for a girl like her, tagging along with a brute like Bog.
Bog smiled at her. "I? nothing. Just scouting." he said.
"Idiot! If you are scouting, you must go ahead the caravan, not behind it!" she said.
"Bah. It doesn't matter, we will be leaving this mountain pass soon."
couldn't draw this right, this was the closest thing I could do. Tried to do some of the horse battlescenes and failed. tried to make Bog stand epic and failed. And I don't think he look much like Bog. Oh, anyway, I guess it's more or less how Bog imagine himself. XO!
surely he gained some nice XP there