Darina couldn’t help but snicker when she heard the man call the woman ‘Magpie’. That was her name? She probably would have been mercilessly teased had she been a bandit, herself. Well, she could have chosen that name, but that just made it more unfortunate. “Maybe you should pick another alias. He probably couldn’t bear to trust anyone calling herself that,” she said half-jokingly, though the dog’s barking made her cringe, the noise ringing in her sensitive ears. If nobody was looking, she probably would’ve been even more tempted to growl back at it.<br/><br/>“Well, a drink could probably also solve the cut. We sometimes clean wounds with alcohol, if nothing more suitable for the task is handy. Besides, with the day we had, we probably need it.” Still full from her earlier meal, Darina was thankfully able to stop herself from staring hungrily at Magpie’s gash, enticing though the sight of blood and its iron-smell may be. “And you, what’s your story?” she asked the second woman; though she seemed like a good Samaritan, there was still something to be said of a person who would suggest shooting somebody without flinching or irony. Maybe another bandit? No, couldn’t be; there was something different about this woman. She seemed more like a loner.<br/><br/>Before she could ponder any further or not, however, she heard and felt Rock Hammer’s frantic steps and yelling. “Uh, you two might want to move out of the way in a few seconds,” she muttered, doing just the same. Soon, the giant came into view, moving with speed that, despite what she had seen of Rock Hammer so far, still surprised the bandit enough to almost knock her off her feet. He rushed past her, and from the path he was taking it was as if he was retracing his steps to the place they had taken the dead man to eat.<br/><br/>“Shit.” This wasn’t good news. If he caused more damage, the Underbelly would likely also blame them for having brought him along with them. And while Darina had never before really felt a compulsion to risk her neck for strangers, she grudgingly knew she owed Rock Hammer for what he helped her with. Cussing some more under her breath, mostly directed at herself, she looked back at the two women with a pained look. “Duty calls.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t hard to follow Rock’s wake, but Dar wished her legs were as fast as her enhanced senses. The crowd of onlookers were more concerned now with avoiding danger than wanting in on the action, so she had more or less an unobstructed path towards him. More bad news, though; it would seem that, in his confusion, he wasn’t aware that he was heading towards that pale-faced blonde.<span style="font-style: italic">To hell with this! Are you seriously going to let yourself die for them?</span>“Rock Hammer!” she yelled. “Stop!”