Mary
"I suppose I just haven't had the time to think about any of that I've been too concerned with my next meal. I help people as I see them need help, that's about as far as it goes." He explained, continuing to trudge along the well-set brick road leading farther away from the city.
Cody
She nodded. "I see. If you don't have to worry about your basic needs, though, what would you do? Become a part of the justice force? Maybe a guild?"
Mary
He pondered for a long moment, scratching at his chin. "I'd probably spend my time dismantling the slave trade... I heard my folks talking about it in the merchants caravan. Knowing it's out there and not being able to do anything about it is probably the one thing I find more infuriating than anything else." He stated, waving rather casually at a field worker as they passed.
Cody
"That's a good goal to have. It's infuriating for me, too, as they are basically taking people they deem as "Inferior" And forcing them to do whatever they like. I'd definitely help you with that."
Mary
"Well, being a Felinid puts me more at risk than you. My kind, along with other Beastkin are most under the eye of the slave trade than a Macen. I would imagine that our below-average arcane ability is to blame for that." He shrugged, resting his hand on his hip as they continued to slowly edge away from the farmland, him sniffing lightly at the air. "There must be a caravan coming. I can smell leather on the wind." He commented as he looked down the road.
Cody
"That's a good point. Also, you can *Smell* That? That's amazing. Maybe it's a trading caravan or moving livestock..." Solden squinted to see whether or not she could spot them approaching. *Nope, I can't.* "Must be convenient for you to be able to smell that well."
Mary
"It's a bit overwhelming when I am in the city if I'm at all honest. All of the strong smells of chemicals and spices render me effectively nose-blind if I am not focusing on a speciffic smell. Let's see... Leather... Oil... I can smell... Metal..." His expression darkened a little as he stopped, his ears lightly flicking as they tuned down the road. "Blood. That isn't good." He stated, gripping more tightly on his spear, taking up to a jog. "Someone's hurt." He stated curtly, continuing down the road more hurriedly.
Cody
Solden started to go faster as well. "Maybe a group of raiders." She brought out her bow, and took an arrow.
Mary
Despite his bulky protection, the man was still a fair margin faster than the girl at a jog, likely forcing her to take up a brisk run to keep pace with him. After running up a small hill, they came upon the source of the smell. It looked to be about five bandits which were surrounding an open-topped cart which had a woman, an injured man, and a young girl sitting at the front bench. The group appeared to be armed with shortswords and crossbows. The leader of this little gang also by the looks of it carried a pistol on his hip, which he as of yet hadn't used, judging by the slice on the man's arm.

Draco continued jogging toward them at a fair clip, calling out against the group. "Stop!" Was all he demanded before he skidded to a halt, spear at the ready. "Let those three go. Touch another hair on their heads and so help me I will drag you all back to the city in a broken heap."
Cody
Solden caught up, and scanned the scene. She brought her bow up and aimed it at the leader. "Do you control any magic?" She muttered to Draco.
Mary
"Some. Nothing cataclysmic." He responded, keeping his eyes locked on the leader. After another brief moment of examination, it was evident that the bandits wore a patchwork of cloth, leather, and mail armor. The pair of them which were brandishing crossbows wore metal helmets as well. 

The leader looked over to the interlopers with a disdainful expression, him adjusting his metal curass as he turned to look at them properly, seeming to be duly aware of the well-armored cat, and the bow woman at his heels. The two with crossbows turned their attention over to the new arrivals while the remaining two kept watch over the fearful family. 

Their leader, a tall, burly looking Earth Macen regarded them with irritation, his low, booming voice puffing out of his slightly fattened cheeks. "And how about this, boy? You turn around right now, and maybe you get to survive this meeting?" He threatened, his men chortling at the heels of his words to try and reinforce his threat.
Cody
She kept her bow on the leader, and Solden stifled a snort. *How typical.* "You take them out and I grab the family? Or take them out all down first?" She whispered, and sent (what she hoped) was a reassuring glance towards the family, but still kept her target in sight. *An Earth Macen. I wonder if It'll be a bother to take him down.*
Mary
"Keep the two with swords away from the family. I'll keep the others occupied." He muttered under his breath as he flexed the fingers of his left hand, smooth waves of green energy wafting off it as he took hold of his spear in both hands, the arcane power flashing across the whole thing briefly as he strode forward. "No dice, eh? Oh well. I gave you a chance." He stated in a heavier, darker tone as he closed in.

The pack leader snorted at his advance, jerking his head over at the archers. "Shoot 'em!" He barked, brandishing his arming sword as he stomped forward to meet him. Each bowman took a different target and shot, deciding to pull their short swords rather than spend the time to reload.