From out of the blackness Micky woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. It was blue with white fluffy bits. Ahh, yes that would be the sky. And if that is the sky then he is still outside. Then the events that had just unfolded slammed into him like a fully laden cart. He had been traversing down the road leisurely. The scouts had been sent out but he had ordered heads up and on a swivel anyway. He had just left his own shift and taken a break not one or two hours ago. And then the cart in front of him was hit with a [Fast Fireball] that slammed into it, obliterating it. His own cart was upended and tossed him out. From the looks of things, only a moment had passed in spite of Micky feeling like he had just woken up from an all week festival.

Micky slowly got up as things started popping into place, his joints probably. He wondered who was dumb enough to attack a fully armed convoy for the military. They had poorly dressed themselves to look as tribals with face paint and things. But it was clear that underneath the real gear was enemy make armor. So it would be the enemy, is what they wanted you believe. But the gear was mismatched and, oh great gods above he was being attacked by bandits, really?...

… Armond was annoyed at his itchy leather. They had dyed the leather with tribal pant and thrown some leaves and shit on there. It was good nuff. It would fool people into thinking they were tribals… Probably. If it don’t he had purchased some used gear that should fool em’ into thinking it’s an enemy raiding party.

There had been a lot of heavily armed convoys running through the area lately. Normally that would mean valuables. However, it was obvious it was arms for the military, worth more than valuables! Armond couldn’t wait to retrieve em’ and then sell em’ to the military instead of these fancy rich ass nobles. I mean lookit that one santering around with is’ pet tamed beast. Fuckin’ nobles have to fluant their wealth to everybody. Bet those guards didn’t even know the pointy bit of the sword! Armond pointedly ignored Grathold who was only allowed to use maces… for reasons…

No, their arms and armors would do better in is’ ‘ands. They would finally find appropriate owners and release warmth onto the world. Mostly the pointy bits, sometimes the slashy bits. But it’d be them rich assholes that would find themselves owning the pointy bits.

While Armond was dreaming about what he would do with ‘pointy bits’ he signaled his crew to take out the sleepy watching scouts. It was quick and silent with multiple arrows to the chest and head. They [Dead] instantly and without warning his target. Once they were on target and ready, and Armond was notified that the last caravan through was far enough away, while the next caravan wouldn’t be closing in fast enough, Armond commanded Grathold to launch his specialty spell [Fast Fireball]. It was a [Fireball] that was nearly instant. It simply appeared were it was aimed. But it wasn’t as accurate as a [Marksman] with a bow.

Grathold gladly launched the [Fast Fireball] into the lead cart. The archers killed off the trailing cart in the rear. Now they would need to clear either carts to escape. Classic maneuver there. And if Armond loved anything it was the classics. Classic strategies, classic murder, classic theft, his classic mother… *cough* I mean he loved his mother, but he wasn’t in love with his mother, she was a great lass and all, a real looker… and who was he justifying himself too?

Just to be on the safe side Armond had Grathold launch another [Fireball] into the cart at the rear. It probably didn’t have anything important in it. I mean who puts the important things in the front or rear cart, right?...

… Micky grimaced as they took out the cart in the rear. It held valuable things. It wasn’t actually owned by himself, of course. But it contained some things that had been especially ordered and were being transported with the rest of the convoy. Even the cart wasn’t owned by the army and was a private investment that he had allowed. The poor guy was going to be devastated. The enchanted armor they had thought of selling was in there, but it could probably take the blast. The rest however, was all well and toast. And that was assuming that it would find itself back with its rightful owner later. Speaking of, he would need to make sure that his items did themselves. Luckily he kept manifest of everything…

...Armond spotted some enchanted lingerie like things spilling outa the chest in the rear cart. Now he was pissed. How could he give that to ma’ if it was all dirty like? Who was the idiot that put such valuables in the rear cart anyway?

It didn’t matter, he was going to kill them all anyway. Now he actually had a reason too. It was probably that noble kid. He would just have to take it out on him. He had seen him ducking behind one of the upturned carts with his [Tamed] monster. He would have to pry the command token from his cold [Dead] hands. The monster should even thank him. She had a little bit of ma’s beauty too…

The attack went perfectly. The blitz had struck them unprepared for an attack and the response was glacial. There were no more magic attacks from the tuckered out mage but there didn’t need to be. The guards were running and the noble fuck had screamed “Retreat and regroup with the next convoy!” at the top of his lungs.

Now, Armond can’t have that. He sent out hunters for the others, but he was leading the hunt for that pretty little noble ass himself. He might give the boys and girls a turn after he was done with it. When he chased the noble fuck into the woods though…

... Micky grabbed the hand of one off the scouts. They were ready after they heard the explosion and picked up the centurion. They were aware that he was worth more than all of their lives, literally. Then the other two scouts were picked off by marksmen in the woods. Micky and Mags quickly hopped onto the horse who was now sporting a new arrow piercing in its flank. They tried to turn around to rendezvous with the rest of the convoy but they were harried the entire way. It wasn’t looking like Micky would be able to turn around. Which was annoying. He had literally and entire army that was doing nothing.

But he wasn’t going to give up yet. Or more accurately he had no reason to give up. Those were his thoughts as the scout started to slump over. Micky quickly grabbed the reins and checked the scout. He had been struck in the back of the head when Micky wasn’t looking. What was scary was that if they could do this, than they were clearly not trying to kill Micky. At least not yet. The horse was incapable of running at its full speed with an arrow in its flank but Micky couldn’t stop now. He needed to keep ahead of his pursuers and hopefully turn around to get back to his army.

That wasn’t to say that Micky wasn’t pissed. No, there would be words, lashings, killings, and other ings when he got back. Who the hell was doing the cleanup that fucking bandits could get passed the armies defensive net?

Micky rode the horse hard. He needed to get around his pursuers. If only they would stop shooting arrows in his path to ward him off. Of course, they also shot arrows in front of him to slow him down, fat chance of that. No, he was charging now headfirst. The horse was flagging but liberal use of [Acceleration] and [Enrage] saw that it moved better and faster than it should be. Mags was also keeping up just fine. She dodged a lot of the arrows, most of the arrows bounced off her thick armed skin, and she shrugged off the rest. No, Mags was doing fine. It was Micky himself that had to worry about gaining a new body piercing.