"Pretentious fuckers," spat Ash as he walked through the bushes, his gun still pointed forward. "I am an idiot, too, for not keeping my mouth shut."
The forest was on the opposite side of where he wanted to be. The Crows should be making a move soon, but it will never be through some bandits in a forest.
Ash glanced backward to find the rest of the vagabonds following him, and some of them gave him nods of respect. None of these people liked the guildsmen, and it might not be bad for Ash to be seen as a hero or a man with a backbone.
Then, one of the vagabonds raised his bow and launched an arrow at Ash. His eyes widened, but the arrow whistled past him, striking something ahead.
"AHHH!" screamed someone as he fell from the tree, his chest turning a grey shade starting from the arrow. Then, the man began convulsing and died.
