[SWEET AIKAWA... SWEET SIEGHART. who could have done this to them.
Nikaido runs to the front of the cart, quickly leaping up and taking the reigns and directing the horses to get the hell out of dodge. Several of the barrels fall over with one or two rolling out the back end, but fortunately none of them contain any corpses. They tear out through the exit gates, leaving behind the bodies of fallen soldiers and lifeless friends alike.
It doesn't take long before the shouting and gunfire and other cacophonous sounds fade into the distance. The horses rush along the path and the cart jostles around, which probably isn't great for either of their injuries, but. They're making good time, at least, and no enemies come swooping in to stop them. Their forces are all probably too busy dealing with the absolute confusing as hell news about what happened at the checkpoint.
Nikaido is silent from where she sits at the front of the cart, for the most part. Soujirou is still back here too, but he's tucked himself away beside a barrel, and is silently watching the absolute mess that is a dude with one arm trying to staunch the bloodflow of a dude with a massive set of claw marks down his back.
Eventually, after what probably feels like a small eternity, the horses begin to slow down. Should anyone be willing or able to look outside, they'll see they've entered a stretch of farmland village, with small buildings dotting the fields around them.]
no subject
Nikaido runs to the front of the cart, quickly leaping up and taking the reigns and directing the horses to get the hell out of dodge. Several of the barrels fall over with one or two rolling out the back end, but fortunately none of them contain any corpses. They tear out through the exit gates, leaving behind the bodies of fallen soldiers and lifeless friends alike.
It doesn't take long before the shouting and gunfire and other cacophonous sounds fade into the distance. The horses rush along the path and the cart jostles around, which probably isn't great for either of their injuries, but. They're making good time, at least, and no enemies come swooping in to stop them. Their forces are all probably too busy dealing with the absolute confusing as hell news about what happened at the checkpoint.
Nikaido is silent from where she sits at the front of the cart, for the most part. Soujirou is still back here too, but he's tucked himself away beside a barrel, and is silently watching the absolute mess that is a dude with one arm trying to staunch the bloodflow of a dude with a massive set of claw marks down his back.
Eventually, after what probably feels like a small eternity, the horses begin to slow down. Should anyone be willing or able to look outside, they'll see they've entered a stretch of farmland village, with small buildings dotting the fields around them.]