Jared helped the groggy red head, taking the time to mind his steps so that the blind girl he was leading would not accidentally trip over any branches or stones.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Ever the gentlemen, huh Jared?</span>He mused to himself. His mind running over his altercation with his mugger,<span style="font-style: italic"> More like a coward really, I mean honestly you gave her YOUR stuff. She did not even ask for it and poor little scared Jared gave it to her. Now here you are being the â€œleaderâ€ to this group. Oh how brave and strong you look in your superman underwear...</span><br/><br/>Jared was interrupted in his own stint of berating himself by the sound of Thunder rolling towards them from across the plains. Funny how one knew the sound of galloping horses, even though he had never heard of any in person or even on television for that matter. Perhaps it was like latent genetic memory? From the time when they were hunters and the galloping of a horse meant life or death depending on the situation? Grumbling to himself, about his lack of focus, Jared got his head into the game so to speak and after exchanging a look with Professor X, the misfit group made their way into the trees.<br/><br/>Letting the druggy sit with her back rested against a tree trunk, he took a hold of the blind girl's hand and guided her to crouch behind some bushes. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, as his mouth suddenly went dry with fear at the intimidating sight of the armored troop. It was not like he had anything left to offer them, everything of value that he had that thug took. Leaving him only with her smelly cloak, which was irritating his allergies and he could feel his asthma wanting to act up. Push come to shove he could just, â€œBlinkâ€ away, but he would feel bad leaving the group alone. He could move at least one other person, and since he was holding onto the blind girl's hand she would likely be the one he took with him.<br/><br/>Though what kind of pair would they make? The coward and Blinkin, such a dynamic duo they would be.<br/><br/>Silencing his thoughts he held his breath and watched as a woman approached, who obviously looked like she was in charge. For what felt like forever she studied where the Light Bulb and Professor X were hiding,<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips and she turned to walk back to her horse. Then in a flash of movement so graceful and swift Mordis turned back towards the trees, drew her dagger and threw it at a set of small bushes. A look of shock instantly formed on her face. Mordis' Knights fell in next to her, just as shocked and speechless as her, staring at the floating dagger stopped dead in mid air just outside of the bush.</span><br/><br/>â€œWhat is with this place and these crazy bitches?!â€ Jared said aloud as he watched the exchange between his â€œfriendâ€ and the armored woman. Wincing when the Professor took a nasty blow to the back of the head, â€œThat's gotta hurt...â€ then grabbing his chest in sympathy his wild traveling companion was laid out. â€œThat's gonna leave a mark!â€<br/><br/>As with most such occurrences they were over soon after they began, the perception of time altered for the moment before returning to normal. Hearing her little speech about being sent to help them, his mind focusing on words that usually meant the good guys, â€œcouncil and lightâ€ (at least from his vast knowledge of comic books). Without waiting for her to answer the Light Bulb, he released the hand of Blinkin and stomped boldly out of the bushes.<br/><br/>â€œThank God or whomever!â€ he said with complete sincerity. â€œI need to report a crime, some woman with knives robbed me and took all my clothes and my walletâ€ then as an after thought, â€œOh, and she drugged some chickâ€ Now that they were finally receiving, what looked to be, help, whatever bit of reserve he was running on began to tank out and he felt a bit lightheaded. â€œThink we are also going to need a doctor or medic, healer...â€ he wavered on his feet for a second. â€œBut mostly I really want my stuff back...â€