As Grey made his way down the hillside, he took note that the convoy below seemed to be regrouping from some sort of attack, possibly from whatever populace still inhabited the city, or maybe an opposing bandit convoy...he couldn't tell from this distance. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd seen the inhabitants of a city attack a convoy, especially when driven to desperation for fuel, food and supplies, and when outnumbering the convoy's solders, but typically it did not go well for them, as the convoys were more often better armed.
"No," he thought, "It's more likely that two convoys decided to play 'who's the bigger bad-ass' and started shooting the hell out of each other."
He smiled grimly, knowing that if he was correct, his haul would be good. Thinking of his diminishing food supply, he hoped that there would be something edible to be found, or at least some overlooked weaponry he could barter to the locals for food.
"I best lay low until these guys finish killing each other off. Then I can sneak down and get what I can," he thought to himself, "no sense in me getting caught up in their battle."
It was then that he heard furtive movement behind him...a small clattering of pebbles. It would have almost been unheard by a typical sentry or scout trooper, but to someone living in the wastes most of his life...someone who had learned he had to be attuned to his senses at all times for the sake of survival...it was a telltale sign. Someone was following him, trying not to be heard.
Whoever it was, the mystery assailant was close, which meant he was quite skilled in the art of ambush...typically Grey would have heard someone less skilled long before. He paused only for a heartbeat, then gripped the hilt of his sword a bit tighter, moved his free hand a bit closer to the .357 magnum at the holster at his belt, and then continued on, feigning he hadn't noticed.
Outwardly, his movements were as casually stealthy as before, as if unaware he was being stalked, but he felt the throwing knives in his sheaths begin to vibrate slightly against his chest, his inner tension manifesting as instinctive willpower readied the blades to let fly if danger presented itself.
"Let them think they have surprise on their side," he thought, and as he moved, he began to scan the terrain around him to find the optimal spot to confront his "shadow" when he made his move.
He would be ready....
"No," he thought, "It's more likely that two convoys decided to play 'who's the bigger bad-ass' and started shooting the hell out of each other."
He smiled grimly, knowing that if he was correct, his haul would be good. Thinking of his diminishing food supply, he hoped that there would be something edible to be found, or at least some overlooked weaponry he could barter to the locals for food.
"I best lay low until these guys finish killing each other off. Then I can sneak down and get what I can," he thought to himself, "no sense in me getting caught up in their battle."
It was then that he heard furtive movement behind him...a small clattering of pebbles. It would have almost been unheard by a typical sentry or scout trooper, but to someone living in the wastes most of his life...someone who had learned he had to be attuned to his senses at all times for the sake of survival...it was a telltale sign. Someone was following him, trying not to be heard.
Whoever it was, the mystery assailant was close, which meant he was quite skilled in the art of ambush...typically Grey would have heard someone less skilled long before. He paused only for a heartbeat, then gripped the hilt of his sword a bit tighter, moved his free hand a bit closer to the .357 magnum at the holster at his belt, and then continued on, feigning he hadn't noticed.
Outwardly, his movements were as casually stealthy as before, as if unaware he was being stalked, but he felt the throwing knives in his sheaths begin to vibrate slightly against his chest, his inner tension manifesting as instinctive willpower readied the blades to let fly if danger presented itself.
"Let them think they have surprise on their side," he thought, and as he moved, he began to scan the terrain around him to find the optimal spot to confront his "shadow" when he made his move.
He would be ready....
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