Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-28358106-20200307060416

A mere two seconds pass before the trap is sprung.

The dead "horse" bursts from the detritus, scattering broken wood and cloth; the merchants are knocked back, several of them falling in fright.

Rose is on her feet in an instant.

"HAH!!"

Her battle cry is brief, but it pitches above the shouts of confusion. Already she is upon the men; her iron-shod hooves, both front and rear, are swinging, and the men roll and dodge in desperation. She turns and bucks, and when she makes contact, another of them are sent cartwheeling with a heavy thud. She is clearly enjoying herself as she weaves through the group, sowing confusion and terror and preventing any from fleeing.

The two adventurers stand up. The Elf draws his bow, the other a crossbow, and is frantically trying to place a bolt when they both pitch forward violently, tumbling over the side of the cart.

Her ambush complete, Bailey regains her footing from the tackle. In a single step she is upon the pair, her dextrous paws winding their feet and hands in ropes. "Sorry. This'll be over in a bit," she mumbles with a sheepish grin, pulling mouth gags over the two while they are still stunned and groaning.

A couple of the remaining men are scuffling with Rose. They aren't trying to fight, but rather, simply get away, but their exhaustion is setting in when it becomes apparent that they aren't going to have the strength to flee.

"Be still now, gents."

Dorian rides from the bushes, pistol in hand. The men slow down and surrender when they look over his weapon and his choice of transportation. He nods to them as he spurs his mount to circle the group slowly.

"Excellent. There's some good lads. Now..."

His eyes fall on the lead drover, the head merchant. The man is in the dirt, panting heavily and bleeding from a cut atop his head. He clutches his arm in evident pain, his eyes widening as Dorian cocks his three-barrelled flintlock and points it right at his face. The highwayman's voice is almost reasonable in tone.

"...Stand and deliver."