Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 30, 2011 5:03:51 GMT -5
Disappointment. It had a bit of a bitter taste in one's mouth. And Cross felt it right about now. But, this was expected, as usual. Until they would see who really they are up against, him being a priest lend him no respect whatsoever, no power to his voice, in fact, it did the opposite - some of the less religious folk out here held him in snide contempt. They will learn, eventually. The only thing Cross did not wish was that the price for it would not be paid in blood.
- What if I told you there were demons in the field? - he sounded a bit sarcastic. He knew the answer. Nobody would believe him anyhow. So be it. They will believe when blood will be drawn. And then they will do what he says and the town will be saved. A small price to pay ... if you think about it. Cross sighed and shook his right hand. Out of nowhere four throwing knives appeared in his hand, one between each finger. In his other hand appeared a bundle of silvery rope.
- They teach us a lot of things in the Church. I will lead the other group. And I'd ask you to come with me, mr. Smith. As well as you, you, you, and you three. Mrs. Reid, we might need you too. Follow me. - Cross pointed at six people among the other militia. During the whole argument, he kept an eye on other people and noted who agreed with what he said, and who - didn't. He'd rather have those who listen to him come along than these argumentative dissenters. So that at least his group would have some sort of hierarchy. But before he'd order to leave...
- We will be taking one of these, mr. Stark. Much appreciated. - and with that one of the canisters was taken away by some guy in his brigade. Well, that's all there was to it. Cross did bring a compass, and he was pretty sure half of the people here did, but ... he had his demon sense, which told him where to go without any compass... There, to the south... This was where they'd go. Without hesitating much, Cross made a sign to follow, and went into the corn. He knew full well it would end up in an ambush. But if others are going, he would not cower out of it...
- What if I told you there were demons in the field? - he sounded a bit sarcastic. He knew the answer. Nobody would believe him anyhow. So be it. They will believe when blood will be drawn. And then they will do what he says and the town will be saved. A small price to pay ... if you think about it. Cross sighed and shook his right hand. Out of nowhere four throwing knives appeared in his hand, one between each finger. In his other hand appeared a bundle of silvery rope.
- They teach us a lot of things in the Church. I will lead the other group. And I'd ask you to come with me, mr. Smith. As well as you, you, you, and you three. Mrs. Reid, we might need you too. Follow me. - Cross pointed at six people among the other militia. During the whole argument, he kept an eye on other people and noted who agreed with what he said, and who - didn't. He'd rather have those who listen to him come along than these argumentative dissenters. So that at least his group would have some sort of hierarchy. But before he'd order to leave...
- We will be taking one of these, mr. Stark. Much appreciated. - and with that one of the canisters was taken away by some guy in his brigade. Well, that's all there was to it. Cross did bring a compass, and he was pretty sure half of the people here did, but ... he had his demon sense, which told him where to go without any compass... There, to the south... This was where they'd go. Without hesitating much, Cross made a sign to follow, and went into the corn. He knew full well it would end up in an ambush. But if others are going, he would not cower out of it...
