The ride hit the man squarely in the chest, the blade causing a serious impact, and the man landed with a loud thug a moment later. As he fell, the other two men dismounted and stepped up and over. "Hell of a runner, and with weird tactics." Commenting this the warrior spoke seriously, looking at the now uncouncious runt. "Huh. Looks young, barely out of his kid years." He kicked the younger man's foot, the body unmoving beyond breathing.<br/><br/>"He was warning someone. I saw a pigeon leave from the roof, and there was a large enough cage to make it rather obvious someone is keeping, and probably training them as messengers." The sneak smirked, then holding a pigeon up on his hand. "But not quick enough for my bolt." He grinned, holding the pigeon out, a message around its leg still. The pigeon's body was badly torn, the bult having continued on after the hit from the looks of it, the bird's body not stopping it at all.<br/><br/>"Think they got another plan, but what the drek, did they have some bastard just listening in for anyone coming to look for them? If so, I think there's more to it than just some peasants pooling together."