<div style="text-align: center">《 Anise and Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Ezra, Rebel</i>​</div><br/><br/>"I was trying to stop her from opening the door," Anise said. Then her fear became reality, not for the first time that day. It wouldn't be the last, either, judging by the carriage wreck and the struggling animal that they left to suffer. Now they were being rushed onward, but Anise didn't protest because her brother was moving with urgency.<br/><br/>"I wasn't thinking.. Just sick of him running his mouth, trying to intimidate Rachel. I had gotten comfortable not having to worry.. There was too much going on." It made for poor decision making and things had escalated. "I'll try to focus." She knew she needed to do better. She knew her choices really counted now, for all of them. It didn't just effect her. Every action they chose had a trickle down to the rest of them.<br/><br/>When they reached the camp Ezra still seemed irritable. Unable to settle. They were discussing their sleeping arrangements.<br/><br/>"Yeah, if you think that's best."<br/><br/>The guards pointed his direction, including Ezra in their heated discussion and that was enough of an invitation for her brother. He told her to stay put, though she worried for him and his temper.<br/><br/>"Ezra.. please don't." Ezra didn't look back or acknowledged her plea, his eyes focused on Rebel.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Violence was right on the cusp. Armando could feel it, watching Ezra approach with a fury. His personal anger likely didn't help the situation, directed at Rebel. It was hard to separate emotions at times, especially after what all had just happened, and Armando was struggling himself. Ezra was wondering why they were even there and Armando had to ask himself what support they really provided them? He'd tried to make transport easier, and to be there if they were descended upon by necros, but really all they'd managed to do was agitate the situation.<br/><br/><i>"I thought I warned you." </i>The tone was threatening and so was the deliberate step towards Rebel. Ezra accused Rebel of not belonging, and what would it matter to any of them when it was all said and done? They would go back to abendblume, and these people would be left to fend for themselves. Left to their own decisions. How could anyone claim they had their best interests in mind when they were supporting the decision to send them out? Surely the other two would understand the situation was fragile and that tensions would be high? Armando had been incorrect in that assumption, so why was Rebel here?<br/><br/>Armando moved between the two men, his back to Rebel. He put an arm between them and used his body to block, and then gently push Ezra back to create some distance, a thumb snagged in Ezra's beltloop. He didn't care if Ezra said his peace. He just didn't want another fight to break out again. He couldn't say who would start swinging next.<br/><br/>"<i>Fácil.</i><i>Easy</i>. You did what needed to be done," he said to Ezra. No doubt a difficult shot, but the young man had proven himself capable and quick thinking. A barbed compliment because he didn't feel like Rebel had done enough, and now had the audacity to point blame his way when Armando had never tried to shirk responsibility in the first place.<br/><br/>"If you possessed an ounce of tact, you'd stop provoking every person that comes into your life of vision. What do you think you're accomplishing?" he asked, glancing back towards Rebel. Did he realize the situation they were in? Rebel was giving every reason for them to decide to stomp the man out and Armando felt like he was just doing more damage control. He was starting to get tired of cleaning up behind other men that had no regard for their actions and words. Was Rebel so confident in Dan having his back? Didn't think the faggots were capable of putting a hurting on him? He obviously didn't think that Armando had his back, despite his best efforts.