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Petra had discarded the broken remnants of her bow and as the group left the town, she scanned the ground for any bamboo or lancewood she could use to rig up a new one.
Suddenly, the group stopped short. A blood-curdling roar could be heard in the distance. Petra knew that sound too well. It was the sound of an army moving to attack. Petra's hand dropped to her sword and she quickened her pace, spotting the horses lashed to a stand of trees just ahead.
Withdrawing a crude halter from her bag (a bridle and bit were not necessary with her "ability"), Petra spoke softly to the largest of the studs as she slipped the halter over his nose and ears and tied it beneath his jawline. She slid a pair of leather reins through the rings on the front of the halter and layed a rough blanket across the animal's back as she had not had time to purchase a saddle. Leading the horse up to a stump on which she could stand, Petra mounted the animal and wheeled around to her companions.
"I think you'll find these mounts to be quite agreeable. They shouldn't require any roughness. I'll ride on ahead and find out what's going on."
With that, Petra bent low to the horse's neck and whispered inaudibly to it and the horse bolted off in the direction from which the roar had come.
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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