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Tas's horse heard it before he did. Suddenly blind with fear his horse reared up on its hind legs, and screeched as if it were about to die. Moments leter before Tas had time to collect himself the horse started to tear its way back to one of the smaller villages, likely to have kill teams waiting for Tas. At this time he heard a roar eminating from the falling dragon in the distance. Wincing for what was about to come Tas pulled out his dagger, and slashed the saddle straps. Tas tumbled off of the horse, without harming the animal. Tas rolled to obsorb the damaged being inflicted on his rib-cage. Falling with the saddle the horse galloped off to the nearest village. Tas grunted in pain as he got back to his feet, and brushed the dirt off of his travelling clothing. He limped over to where his saddle had fallen, and he began to pull what little supplies he had from the saddle pouches. In turn he began to throw them in the crude pack he had crafted, which was situated on his back.

Sighing Tas pulled his hood down, still sitting on one of the hills that dotted the plains. He looked up at the sky, angry at his inability to go back, and fight the soldiers. While at the same time he was miles away from safety, and a dragon was out there probably wanting to either 'A' scare Tas away, or 'B' kill him. Either way Tas was stuck in the middle of the great plains, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Tas rubbed the side of his head, ruffeling his black hair ever so slightly. Tas's breathing was forced, and labored. He simply was going to wait for the pain to subside before he got on the move again. He refused to give up. He had come too far to quit now. Dieing wasn't an option, hed needed to live, to get revenge on the ones who slaughtered his friend, and ruined his name.

Tas wouldn't hide forever, he would make them pay, he would make them all pay.