Ataline quickly reached for her tunic, pulling it on before they could say anything. She sat still, looking at the men, and then over to her horse, trying to figure out a plan.

Dyre managed to grab his cloak and he frowned.
The large native man stomped over to Dyre.
"You should really be more quiet." He snorted. Dyre raised his chin.
"What do you want?"
"Just all of your stuff. This is a hold up in case you didn't realize." He snorted. "We'll take your cart, your horses and your belongings."

Ataline smirked, kicking her sword up into her hand out of the blankets. "I don't think that's going to happen," she said calmly. Even as she spoke, Geoffrey lashed out, kicking one of the men squarely in the balls, biting for another.

Dyre grabbed his daggers and lashed out at the large man, easily slicing his throat up. He had to abandon his modesty, obviously, but it was worth it.
Charlie, although old, followed Geoff's lead, trampling and killing two men with his large hooves. Ivi on the other hand, took off running away into the darkness.

Ataline quickly went to work as well, with Dyre, lashing out at the man that was obviously the leader. Usually bandits vanished once their lead was gone.
Geoffrey got the rest of the men down, along with Charlie's help, of course, and then whined, trotting a little ways off the way Ivi had gone.

Dyre huffed once the men were down. Blood stained the sand and glistened in the moon light, and he glanced to Ataline with a frown. That was definitely not what he had wanted for them that night.
"Where's Ivica?" He asked, grabbing his pants quickly and putting them on. He couldn't see very far in the dark.

Ataline shook her head, grabbing her leggings and boots. "Geoff went after her," she said quietly. She went over to Charlie and quickly calmed the draft horse down, murmuring softly to him for a long moment before rubbing his ear and then turning away.
She whistled shrilly. "Geoffrey!" she shouted. There was a whiny in the distance, but no hoof beats coming back towards them.

Dyre frowned and shook his head. "That's unlike her to just run off like that." He said softly. He looked around and put out the fire. "We should get moving anyway."
He hooked Charlie up to the cart, lighting some torches and setting them up near the front. He shook his head, worried, and peering into the darkness.

Ataline grabbed her vest off the ground and threw their blankets into the cart. She looked out into the dark as well. "It was probably... protective instincts," she said softly. "Geoff will find her."

Dyre frowned. "Protective instincts?" he looked over and asked. He sighed and looked out into the night, worried.

"Mommy instincts," Ataline clarified softly. "I'm sure she'll be alright." She whistled shrilly again and there was another whinny in the distance.

Dyre frowned and shook his head. "Oh Ivi....come back please." He whispered. He frowned and put a hand over his eyes.

Ataline glanced at him. "Hey... don't worry," she said softly. "Geoff will get her. Besides..." She held up the loose reins in her hand. Charlie was steering himself, following the direction Geoffrey's whinnies continued to come from.

Dyre exhaled and nodded slowly. "Our horses are so smart." He whispered softly. "Well...we just killed seven highwaymen back there....are you okay?"

Ataline glanced at him, slowly nodding. "Are you?" she asked softly. "You don't really... seem it."