Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-11457306-20140104202724

Anwen hacked into the meade barrels, starting the amber liquid spewing in every direction and cursing the fact that she now needed another bath. She'd smell like a brewery. She chopped through the straps which held the barrels onto the cart and leaped for the box as they began to roll out into the street, staggering and slowing the PO Agents and guards who had joined the chase.

She again threw the driver off the cart and grabbed up the reins, following after the carriage with her employer and companions in it. She saw Jack get hit with the arrow and winced, knowing what that felt like, but she had no more time to think on it as she manuevered the cart and tried to keep the nervous horses under control.

(Anwen is hoping Raelynn is shooting into the posse as they ride for the pass--er gates of the city.)