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horsin around with ferdie

[swordbiter]

The news hits him that morning like a punch to the face. His next mission would be off the front line - away from his Raiders and the rest of the Hawks. No matter how much he insisted that he was mostly healed up from the battle that gave him new title of Hundred Man Slayer, it seemed fate wanted to keep him away from battle. As soon as night fell, he was to be briefed on the details from Griffith himself in his tent.

And so, Guts did what he always does when he was pissed off and needed time to cool his head - he storms away from camp and drills. From sometime around noon to now, deep in the wilderness, he swung his sword again and again. He got so lost in the swordplay that he only noticed the passage of time when one particularly aggressive swing cleaves through the trunk of the young tree in front of him. As it falls, the colors of the sunset pour through the new hole in the tree canopy. The fading beams of light painted red onto his arms.

Well, shit. There's no way he'd make it back in time on foot. Retracing his steps, Guts is resigned to simply be late to the meeting until luck graces him in the form of two horses. They were conveniently tied to a fence at a little house next to the woods - the very outskirts of a nearby town. Taking a closer look, there was only one guard he has to punch out to get it! What a bargain. One unconscious soldier later, Guts begins to untether the larger of the two horses and mount its saddle.

"What the hell is this?" he murmurs.

Are those.. braids?? On this horse? Who has the time to groom an animal like that? And what's with these reins? The things are embroidered like some court lady's dress! He should probably be concerned about who exactly he was 'borrowing' his ride from, but he was in a hurry. He was planning on leaving the horse behind later, anyway. Guts begins to gallop away from the scene of the crime.

it is Time

[fullname]

Hiring mercenaries to supplement the army is not Ferdinand's idea, let the record show that much. He has to be wheedled into it, which takes the better part of several days, because surely, surely the royal army doesn't need mercenaries stomping around making a mess of things. It's the insistence that this Band of the Hawk is remarkable, almost like a real army of their own, that finally convinces him. He wants, despite himself, to meet their mysterious but apparently very charismatic leader...

So that is why he rides out with a single guard early, to see what these ruffians are like, and taking a break to stop and have tea with a stranger in the woods is an extra bonus. He doesn't get up until he hears the sound of hoof beats, because that... is wrong? No one should be coming in yet, and especially no one should be leaving—

One glance out the window later has him choking, hastily rushing outside as some bandit makes off with his horse? Hello? He pauses just to confirm that his guard is still breathing before mounting the other horse and taking off at a gallop; luckily some of his equipment made it to this other mount, or how would he manage to throw a lance straight at this wild thief?

Ah, but not yet. No, he's coming up fast, hand spear, well, in hand, but first: negotiation.

"Thief! Stop at once or suffer the consequences! You will not make it out of this region unscathed!"

Or: shouting. Get back here!!

at long last..

[swordbiter]

Is this a joke? Is this nobleman seriously trying to chase him down? Tch. When he glances back, he looks more annoyed than worried about his pursuant catching up to him. He's in a hurry here, pal. He's not in the mood to fight! Even then, Guts knows it'd look bad if he led him back to Griffith on his stolen horse. Casca might unhinge her jaw to bite his head off the moment he rides into camp. Well. Looks like he'll have to lose the guy, instead.

Riding a horse through the woods was almost never a good idea. Dirt mounds, boulders or tree roots could easily entangle and break their legs. But his traversal through the area let him know that the woodlands near that particular house were orchards - carefully tended forests with flat, even spacing between the trees. The more rugged wilderness sat deeper up the pass. He was confident enough in his own horsemanship to be able to traverse the former with no issues.

And so, with a rough dig of his spurs into the sides of this guy's poor noble steed, he makes a sharp bank to the right and weaves straight between the trunks of some apple trees to enact his reckless plan. Try to follow him, guy!