Streak watched the eagle working. She, of course, knew what he meant by "no cage is unbreakable," but she meant she couldn't Break it with her .... talents.
No matter. The eagle looked a little shaken, so she didn't want to upset him any more.
When the entrance finally popped open, she was a little scared to go out.
"All's well then. The other tiger people are inside. They were both unconscious when i left but it sounds like they're now live and kicking. I'll go lend em a hand, shall I?"
Other tiger people? As far as Streak knew, she was the only anthro tiger there was.
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The taheen's numbers were falling steadily under the combined wrath of the Gunslinger, the Anthros, and the Tigress.
When the Eagle returned, there were a mere fifteen taheen left. Roland shot down twelve of them, and the final three threw up their hands in submission. Blaze noticed with fierce anxiety that one of the men was Benvolio.
"Gunzlinger! Will you grant uzz parole?"
Roland raised his guns, pointing them at the tent roof. "All of you! Stop! These things will take us to Fisher."
A voice spoke up from behind Roland. "Not today, Roland," it tittered.
Roland's eyes widened and he spun around, levelling his guns - in his passion he had neglected to reload them - and dry fired four times at the source of the voice.
He was a tall man, slim, and wore a dark suit with narrow white pinstripes. His shirt was a dark scarlet, and his tie was deep ebony. His face was pleasant, almost sensual. And his eyes ... oh, his eyes. They were a watery, clear blue, and looked lifeless.
The man tittered again and waved a long, slender finger at Roland. "Now, now, that's no way to behave. I think you deserve a bit of a lesson ...."
Roland bared his teeth, and began reloading. "Fisher," he said. "I demand answers! You can't --"
Fisher grinned. "Oh, I can! Goodbye!" And he raised his hands, cocking thumbs and forefingers like a child's imaginary gun, and said, "Bang bang!"
Roland fell forward ... and vanished.
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