On ur hi-way, stealin' ur taxes.

[counturfingers]

Who: Vila Restal and Roy Slater aka known as the bandit and the sheriff (since they both fell overboard apparently)
Where: In the woods leading the castle and maybe later in the village square
When: starting first day of the port and ongoing
Warnings: (if necessary) Not that I know of. Disney port and all. Maybe some ridiculous taunting.

Comments

Sorry, Sick.

[thinkb4ublink]

Slater rides his tall horse, his bag of gold chinking, as he and his men make their way through the forest, confident after a day's hard work.

s'ok *hugs*

[counturfingers]

Bandit Vila grinned to himself and shot an arrow toward the sheriff, then dropped from the tree, hoping to land on the man and his horse. However, he landed on the road right in front of the horse's nose instead. "Hand over the gold!" he demanded even as he straightened up, reaching for his sword.

[thinkb4ublink]

Slater felt the whisk of the arrow before he realised what was happening. He pulled at the horse and it reared. He just kept from falling off. "Make me, varlet!"

[counturfingers]

"You pompous king's lackey!" Vila snarled. He pulled out his short sword and stepped to the side, wanting to avoid the horse's hooves. From there, he had a chance to poke at Slater's side, and swiped at the man's leg. "You know you don't like to bleed."