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...fight his way clear. This was getting out of hand. The entire job had been a mess from beginning. If he hadn't...

..been so foolish as to think that he had been the only man hired to do the job. At least one man back there was not one of the natives.

Maybe there was still some way to talk his way out of this. He hadn't killed any of them, after all, and they were known to enjoy...

..a few choice items, none of which he had on him at the moment. An arrow hit the rock not far from where he hung. That's it. He cut the root.

Falling, he scrabbled down the nearly-sheer hillside, cuts and bruises accruing too quickly for him to wince before he crashed into the brush below.

He laid there for a moment, dazed, when he suddenly felt a presense near him. He jumped away from it, trying to focus on who was near, when...

his nerves had enough. He lashed out with his knife, still instinctively clutched, and the presence became a low heap on the bush. He caught his breath, and walked on.

(THAT might cause trouble for him later on. I wonder who he knifed?)

They're out for blood, regardless, he thought bitterly, the pain aggravating the sentiment. Why not give them a reason?

As his strength returned, he began...

...to move more quickly, thinking it might be best to get out of there before things got worse. He held up the knife and...

used the reflection to glance behind him. It was dark, but there was still enough moonlight to spot white skin, provided he was right about...

...whom he'd actually killed.

I really hope I don't get interrupted this time. Gerard carefully incanted the word for the invisibility again, and...

steadied his steps, walking carefully as his boots and hands began to slowly disappear from sight, transparency creeping up hs limbs and seeping into his clothes.

He was hoping the invisibility would take effect faster when he heard the sound of several sets of feet behind him.

Shit. He whirled around and saw...

several men. Armed men. They didn't seem to see him and he thanked his fortune that the merchant had at least some degree of honesty.

He slowed his movements some to minimize any noise he might make and started moving away from the group. This job was no longer...

(yikes, lots of responses. In sore need of a recap. Have to do that tomorrow. Don't worry about it, though, keep going if you guys want, I'll catch up. Just glad to see activity here. :))