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"Damn thing's heavy," Dakul commented to Phanan. Jon Phanan and Eran Dakul walked in front of the group of assembled travelers. The two, having had much combat experience, opted for the point positions so they wouldn't end up 'dead' only a few hours or so into the program. Jon grinned. "I hear ya. Wanna trade ?" "With pleasure." Jon stopped, and took off his sword belt and sheath, and handed it over to Dakul. He handed over the massive steel-headed war hammer to Jon. The two nodded, and grinned to each other as they affixed their new weapons. Jon slung the two handed hammer over his shoulder while Dakul affixed the belt to his leather armor. "What do you think they're talking about?" Rashad asked Devore as the rest of the group wandered a few meters behind Jon and Eran. "Your guess is as good as mine T'Kul." Devore watched in interest as the two laughed at something and continued talking. "It's good to see that those to warriors have something in common." He grinned. Devore looked over his shoulder at Brayden who was talking with Junora Loris. "Looks like they're gonna make a good couple Marc." Lucas added from his right side. "Yeah, I know," Marc replied. "He's got the Devore instinct." He grinned at Lucas and Lucas returned the smile. The group finally approached the source of the fire. A cart had been set ablaze. There were some corpses of what appeared to be an older man, and a young woman. Both had multiple arrows through their abdomens, and had been dead for awhile. Garrett, Jon, and Eran fanned out, moving as quickly and quietly as their armor would allow them. Marc and T'Kul moved in for a closer look. "Whoever attacked was accurate." T'Kul commented. "Right through the heart and a lung." Brayden looked over the dead bodies cautiously. He then began looking around the general area for anything of interest. Junora, bow raised with arrow set looked cautiously around the area. "Yeah. A little too much for my liking," Marc commented. "OVER HERE !" Eran yelled out. The group jogged down the beaten road till they caught up with him. Eran had come upon another individual with an arrow in his arm. He was propped up against the side of a tree, and was still breathing. Jon got down on one knee and slapped the man in the face. "Hey. Wake up." The man opened his eyes, and tried to move away. He clutched his arm after he moved it awkwardly, and the shaft the arrow hit the tree, causing the arrow to move in his arm. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. What happened ?" "It was awful sire," the man started. Jon helped him up to his feet. "A group of bandits came out of the woods and attacked my father's cart. We were taking our stock of fruit to market. They killed my father and sister, and left me to die on the side of the road. I was able to see one. He stole father's coin sack, and shoved some of our crop of apples into a sack. Then the group left." His British accent rang through with authenticity of the time. The man looked around the group, and his eyes fell on Eran. The hologram immediately recognized the scaley skin and the pronounced facial ridges. "Oh my ! I have never seen anyone like you before." "He's from... not around here," Marc quickly added, giving a small grin at Eran. Eran rolled his eyes. "I'd say..." The man replied. "......I'd be forever indebted to you if you could help me." "Of course," Marc replied. "Junora, let me see your satchel," Jon asked. Junora walked over, and Jon began to rummage through the things in there. He then took out a needle, thread, and some cloth. "Alright, what was your name again?" "Michael." "Alright Mike. You might wanna bite down on this." Jon unbuckled his leather belt that went around his breastplate. He then gave it to Michael. Michael did as commanded, and looked away. Jon began to twist the arrow, and ease it out at the same time. Michael grimaced in pain, a few small tears rolling down his cheek. Jon quickly got the arrow out, and tossed it to the side. He then began to wipe off the area. "Umm...." He looked over to Garrett. "Garrett, toss me that flask that you have." "What flask ?" Garrett asked. Jon raised an eyebrow, and gave him one of *those* looks. Garrett reached into his leather bag, and tossed Jon the flask of liquor he had with him. "Alright Mike, you're gonna want to bite down again." Jon poured the liquor over the wound and wiped it off, trying to kill off any germs that might have been in the wound. He finally began stitching it up, and wrapped the wound in the cloth straps from Junora's bag. Marc looked over at Jon. "I didn't realize you were so fluent in rudimentary medicine." Jon shrugged. "Every Marine is an 'army of one' Marc. Including corpsman." Jon then gave Michael the flask. "Take a few swallows of that. You'll be glad that you did." After Michael had done so, Jon tossed the flask back to Garrett who then shook it to check the content level. Somewhat upset by how much Jon had used, he stowed it back in it's leather carrier "I can't begin to say how grateful I am," Michael started. "Does your group have an inn to stay at? "No, we don't." Marc replied. "I would be ever so happy if you came to my home. It is the only way I can repay you for your generosity." "It's much appreciated." Marc followed Michael who made his way down the road. The rest of the group fell in behind. Jon and Eran brought up the rear. "Army of one." Eran laughed. Jon grinned in reply, and the two fell in behind the rest. The nanites continued...
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