((OOC: Near Fort Blotar, Baz))<br/><br/>As Dreamer crouched there next to the rock wall, concealed by the stones and the bushes alongside it, the small human shouted up at the last man, saying he'd broken the catgirl's leg.<br/><br/>Dreamer smirked.  From his position, close to the trio, Dreamer could see clearly that both her legs were fine.  They boy was a quick thinker, all right.<br/>Now, if that was enough to get the third rebel to leave the window... it should be possible to take them all out fairly fast.  Assuming they didn't bring friends.<br/><br/>The human had added to his charade, walking over to the catgirl and feigning a throat hold.  That way, when the rebels approached, they would both move to attack at the same time...<br/>Dreamer blinked and squinted as the sliver of sun rising behind him made something glint in the boy's hand.  It was hidden from the fort, but Dreamer could see it from his side... a small vial...<br/><br/>--what is that?--- He thought, frowning.  Though his long-term memory was in tatters, his recent memories were clear, and they supplied him with the answer.  He'd overheard fellow slaves (during the short time he'd been one) speak of the stuff in fear.<br/><br/>--Berserker Juice!-- he thought in horror.  --Holy shit, if he injects her with that, she'll be too far gone to realize I'm trying to help!--<br/>His right arm twitched.  He pressed down on it, grimacing.  Not even --it-- would guarantee him an escape from a berserker furry.<br/>But as he crouched there, peeking over the stones, something made him change his focus.  Near where the boy held the vial, the catgirl's hands were gesturing... gesturing toward --him--...<br/>He raised his gaze and realized she was staring right at him.<br/><br/>--Damn furry sense of smell,-- he thought, frowning.  --She must be thinking I'm an enemy.---<br/>But as he squinted in the sliver of orange light coming from the sun, he saw that she was smirking, and he realized what she was trying to say with her hand gestures.  She would send the young girl toward him.  She knew he was here to help.<br/><br/>--I take that back,-- he thought, smirking back at her, meeting her feline eyes, and giving a curt nod to show he understood.  --I like the furry sense of smell, after all.--<br/><br/>It made sense, really.  Once the fighting started, the bovine girl would be in danger... worse, she would be a liability.  The sooner she got under cover, the better.  He would protect her from where he was.  Even two bullets should suffice to "discourage" any of the rebels from shooting her.<br/>And if he ran out of bullets... he'd let his arm do the discouraging.  And the machete might help.<br/><br/>He nodded to the catgirl again and waited, smiling grimly now.  The first two would-be rapists would come running out of the fort any time now.