It whimpered in reply, but the look in its eyes said that it would try that.

Fleck and Jade growled at the soilder, who just shrugged, spat at them, and walked away. The small animals began crying, now covered in spit, and all the other soilders either looks at them pityingly, or glared at the other soilder. Nimue came up and handed them both small handkerchiefs to wipe the spit off.

I get my knife and cut the net off the rest of the way.

Then I check for other traps around the camp, disarming them all.

The rude soilder and a small group with him set them all back up.

The trike followed you nervously after being freed.

I ask how many arrows they want sticking out of them.

All of them.

Well, from the mean soilders, anyway.

I shoot the ringleader in the leg.

Suddenly, all the soilders - all of them, even the ones who are with you - aim guns at you.

Nimue went pale. *why... why would you do that? Now theyre gonna kill you!*

I meant the ringleader of the mean ones.
Also, I do appear to be their only healer.
I thought they wanted my help.
My help means no provoking those to whom this land belongs.
*He deserved it and I told him I would.*

I guess I could have done that differently.

(Yeah. You could have.)

All the soilders hesitate, besides the mean ones.

Nimue watched, terrified for you.