Dreamer, seeing the last human go down from the crossbow, changed directions.  He headed straight toward the fallen man, still running.  Even a dying man could point a gun.<br/><br/>The rebel wasn't --Quite-- dead yet.  The crossbow had gone into his chest dead center but a bit high up... missing his heart but clearly chopping into his airway.  He was gurgling and choking, clutching at the bolt, the gun dropped and forgotten as he tried to breathe.<br/><br/>As much to put him out of his misery as to make sure he was no longer a threat, Dreamer kneeled between the man and the gun, took hold of his head with both hands, and twisted powerfully.  There was a pop as his neck snapped, and the body quickly began to relax.<br/><br/>He finally picked up the gun and turned to face the catgirl, the slim human, and the little bovine girl.<br/><br/>"Glad I could help," he said quietly, walking over to the other fallen men to pick up their weapons.  Three guns... perfect.  One for each of the adults here.  He figured he would end up travelling with them, at least for a while.  "And glad your aim was better than mine on that second shot... and better than HIS."  He jerked a thumb toward the third body.<br/><br/>In the slowly increasing light from the rising sun, the three in front of him would see, now, that he wasn't dressed like the rebels---- his clothes weren't torn or mismatched, though he WAS covered in blood.  He was wearing jeans, a dark blue shirt with two pockets --- and with something like a pen clipped into each --- and a pair of rather new-looking running shoes.  His shortish hair, in the dawn light, looked to be brown, and his eyes were hazel.  He appeared to be completely human.<br/><br/>Without another word, he climbed partway over the rock wall and reached over, then pulled up a backpack with a sleeping bag and a small tent rolled up and tied to it.  He quickly slipped it into place on his back, then he smiled grimly as he began examining the three guns he'd just picked up.<br/><br/>"You can call me Dreamer," he said.  "And before you tell me your names, may I suggest we start putting some distance between ourselves and the..." he gave Feldana a glance and hesitated, then continued, "...and the bad guys in the fort?  Before someone else spots us?"