Snippet #1482771

"Stand And Deliver!!"
Eddie's voice echoed down the forest path, followed by a thunder of hooves as the Coach driver urged his mounts on to an even greater speed, a heartbeat later, more hoof-beats sounded upon the trail as Eddie Clarke, closely followed by the dozen other leather and chain clad warriors that made up the infamous mercanary group konw as the 'Red Raven' galloped out onto the path and, kicking up great clouds of dust in the process, thundered off after the reateating coach!

Driving his boot heels into his horses flanks, Eddie broke away from the group, riding ahead, hell for leather and gaining on the coach all the while, the Bandit cheif grinned, pearly white teeth glinting out of his tanned, un-shaven face, long, slicked back dark hair whipping out behind him around the blood red bandanna that marked him as a member of the Raven, the Mercanary laughed, this was the life!

As Eddie gained, he suddenly spied the coach driver leaping up onto the flat roof of his own pitching coach, and take a bead on the Mercanary Captain, a loaded crossbow in his hands!
Eddie swore loudly, as the dirver fired, pitching himself sideways, the Rouge felt the bolt whip past his ear and a split second later, found himself hanging sideways off his saddle, desprately trying to right himself!
With a shouted curse, Eddie pulled himself back up onto his seat, in time to see the coach driver throw back his cloak, rip a pair of ornate silver daggers from his belt, and, with a running leap, flew straight off the end of the coach, turning in the gracefully air as he did so...

"Ah shit... ASSASSIN!!"
Eddie screamed, before the coachmans riding boots hit him square in the chest, knocking him head over heels off the back of his saddle, and landing him sprawled in the dirt of the track!

Eddie scrambled to his feet, groping for his sword as the Assassin leapt lightly down from his mount, twirling his daggers as he advanced on the Mercanary...

"Ah... can we talk about this..?"
Eddie began as with a, smug, arrogant grin and slight shake of the head, the Assassin leapt...

...Only to be smashed clean out of the air by a viscious, two handed stroke of a huge, blonde maned man, swining a massive warhammer from atop his thundering charger!
Bone cracked and crimson sprayed across the dirt as the Assassin was knocked across the path to smash against the trunk of a sturdy oak some distance away, before crumpling to the ground like a broken doll!

The rest of the band gathered round as the huge blonde man swung himself down from his saddle and, shouldering his warhammer, extended a hand down towards his leader.

"What seized fucking brain, little man?"
The big man growled,
"Riding ahead of the group, like a troll with a poker up its arse!"

Eddie looked up from the dirt, and grinned wickedly,
"Leader's privilege Bjorn,"
The Bandit Captain told his second in command, accepting the Barbarians offered hand and letting the big man haul him to his feet,
"To live fast, be the first in the fray and to take the finest pick of the spoils, that or die young and leave a beautiful corpse!"
Eddie cackled and, whipping his hip flask from his belt, took a long, well earned swig, up ahead, the driverless coach had trundled to a halt some distance down the path....

"Right lads,"
The Rouge Captain adressed his men, dusting himself down as he did so and jerking a thumb towards the coach,
"Lets see what our freind over yonder was carrying!"