{stampede} vargas gang vs. two deadly stallions

Nocturne's spear ripped through the horses' stomach, spilling its red guts all over the dusty ground. The Turner boy gagged and thought he might throw up if he had eaten anything since is breakfast before the Bloodbath. With the more violent of the two horses dying in the dirt they could make a break for it.

Erebus' eyes were on the horse's body twitching trying to be happy about its death but all he could muster was disgust and sorrow. Of course he should have been watching the live mutt because while he was thinking over his moral dilemma the other mutt came up behind Nocturne and bashed the hell out of his foot.

"Nocturne!" he yelled, as if that would help anything. Tugging his satchel tightly around his torso, the boy backed up to his ally."Jump on my back!"

With his ally secured on his skinny, pale back Erebus started down the riverbed away from all the death and mutts.

[Erebus flees the area with Nocturne on his back to scout for water further downstream]