--Good thinking, kid,-- Dreamer thought silently.  --You’ll buy yourselves some time, if they fall for it.  If not…--<br/>He looked down at the old revolver in his right hand.  He grimaced in the pre-dawn darkness.<br/>--I’ll help as best I can… but I won’t get far with two damned bullets.--<br/>He raised his head again to look out across the field from behind the old wall of rocks.  The small human was standing and facing the three rebels up in the window of the fort; with the catgirl kneeling behind him and the bovine girl in front of her, he was effectively shielding both of them from bullets.<br/>If the men took the bait, there was a chance Dreamer could tilt the odds in the little group’s favor.  If not, the human would almost certainly die, and the other two would take the next salvo.<br/>--And if they do take the bait,-- he thought, --you’d better hope they don’t want to share.  Otherwise they’ll talk to others and you’ll have a horde of horny men to deal with, not just three.--<br/>He smiled, bitterly.<br/>No, he doubted they would shoot now.  Humans or furries, men were frightfully predictable in an anarchic situation like this.  Faced with a victim and not fearing any punishment for their actions, they’d revert to their most (for lack of a better term) animal instincts.<br/>He held the revolver in his right hand and squeezed the handle of the bloody machete in his left, waiting for the men to react.<br/><br/><br/>((OOC: Here with Adamant's permission))