Arc kept a watchful eye over the group while Madison was in the plane. He assumed she was just grabbing a few things, which he didn't particularly mind. He thought of it as her home just as much as his, so she was, in his eyes, more than welcome to anything found within. Of course he wasn't thrilled about the family and their guards hanging around any longer than absolutely necessary, but he couldn't really avoid that. All he could think of, however, was the faces of those he watched pass away. Knowing his luck they would all start to keel over as he watched them. The young man who walked along the wagon stepped toward Arc, though he kept a respectable distance.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't point guns at people you don't know," he said meekly, his voice wavering slightly. There was still some child-like innocence in him; Arc was surprised that the harsh world in which they'd found themselves hadn't scared it out of him by then.<br/><br/>"You should always point your gun at people you don't know," Arc replied, his voice cold as ice.<br/><br/>"Matthew! Get away from him!" His mother's voice came from behind the wagon. She'd stepped out, cradling her infant in her arms.<br/><br/>"Better run back to mama, kid." Of course Arc wouldn't shoot the boy unless he tried to shoot him first, but he doubted that would happen. He looked like he'd barely be able to hold a gun, much less fire one in a way that would mean anything. Unfortunately for Arc, however, the boy's distraction pulled his attention away from a hostile situation unfolding behind him. By the time he turned, Madison was already held in the clutches of another man, once seemingly familiar to the two caravan guards, but one that had slipped Arc's recon. Silently he cursed to himself as he drew his weapon.<br/><br/>The captor made his threat, but Arc kept his gun raised and ready. "You think I care if you kill her or not? She's a stray. I found her up the ways a couple days. That way. "He gestured away from the plane, opposite of the way the travelers had come and away from where they'd actually met. He could only hope that she understood what he was doing and listening through what he was telling the guard. "Take her with you, please. Just one less mouth to feed."<br/><br/>"Good man. See Joseph? Here's a man that can see reason. See's a cause. You should come with us too, friend. Come to the East Side. We can provide protection. No more looking out for anyone but yourself. What do you say?" He pressed the cold iron of his handgun to Madison's throat, hard enough to leave a temporary mark on her neck.<br/><br/>Arc slowly lowered his weapon, taking a look at the family, who now seemed petrified with fear, and the other two guards. He began plotting projectile pathways, working out the best solution to limit his risk while rescuing Madison, all the while considering the health and safety of the family. The young boy would likely be caught in the crossfire if he wasn't careful, so he would have to aim carefully. The first to die had to be Madison's captor. But he was using her as a shield, so his shot would have to be carefully taken. Then there were the other two. They dropped their guns, but it wouldn't take them long to grab them up again. He could take maybe one before they reached their rifles.<br/><br/>"Before you take her though, she's got something of mine that I want back. It's payment for feeding her and i'm gonna want that back." Arc lowered his gun and stalked toward them, the fire of hatred burning away the icy gaze he wore before. His back turned, the other two immediately snatched up their weapons. "Filthy whore wouldn't take my dick so i'm taking her memories away." No more than a few steps away, Arc made his move.<br/><br/>Flicking his wrist, Arc's rifle aimed upward just before discharging. The shot wasn't a normal round, but an incendiary bullet that slammed into the man's shoulder, spinning him around. Arc's gun, of course, sprang from his hand; he heard a sharp crack and felt the bolt of pain slam through his forearm, but he ignored it. His gun now off Madison's throat and the threat temporarily eliminated, he advanced quickly as the boulder behind him began to splinter away with the bullets of the other two men bouncing just around him.