Calla attacked the one that dodged Dusty's bullet. Her claws digging deep into his side as Calla held him down. She snarled viscously and snapped at the poachers neck threatening to bite. The poacher squirmed under her, his gun still in hoof, he managed to raise to Calla's shoulder about to fire. A gunshot blasted Calla's ears and she fell over yelping, the poacher got up and aimed again this time at her head. (How are you feeling btw Crimson?)
Darks eyes turned black and he shot the pony about to shoot calla in the head, in the head (I would have advised "raking" him)
"Ms. Calla!" Dusty rushed over to Calla, firing at any who would aim in they're direction. (still hot, but im getting much better, thx for asking! )
(Heh) dark reloaded, then moved to another shadow, leaving a faint black trail that faded behind him.
Faux hopped from tree to tree trying to stay hiddin till she hopped down by Calla. "Hold on!" Faux pulled out the gauze and the cloth.
Dusty heaved Calla over his shoulder and carried her to cover, firing at the poachers as they attempted to aim at them. "Ah could use some help!" Dusty called out. He looked to Faux. "Is she fine?" Dusty's body was shaking.
Dusty fired, hitting ponies in the legs, forcing them down. "Dark catch!" Dusty yelled as he threw a rope up to Dark. "We got to tie them up!"
Calla yelped at the pain, she managed to stand on her own but had to keep wieght off her shoulder. She whimpered and collasped again. She needed her pack and she needed to protect her forest. Another poacher was coming closer and Calla jumped again pushing the pony to the ground against a rock knocking him out cold.
Calla was up and attacking again before Faux could answer, "she's a fighter that's for sure, but once we get that bullet out and bandage it up she'll be fine."
Dark quickly grabbed the rope, looked around seeing half of the downed ones dead, his eyes quickly turned a green-brown mix, then he started to tie the living ones up.
Calla whimpered for her pack, she regret sending them all with her parents. All the poachers were tied up now and Calla looked to Dusty and Faux for help. She laid down in front of Faux and nudged Faux's hoof asking for help.
Dusty bucked a poacher square in the jaw, knocking him out as Dark and him tied the last of the poachers up. "Ah believe thats all them." Dusty spoke, huffing as his adrenaline came down. Dusty looked at the others, before sitting on his hunches. "This....is deffinently not....what ah had in mind." Dusty smiled, knowing all he was doing was for the best.
Faux saw the sadness in Calla's eyes, "Ill get out in no time, just relax Cal." Faux pulled the bullet out in a few seconds, it was easier to find then when Dusty was shot. Faux bandaged the wound up nicely and gave Calla some water mixed with a little powder that would rid the pain.
Dusty was gathering up all the dead poachers and setting them inside a large tent used by them. Dusty walked out of the tent after setting the last body inside. "Ah can't stand seeing that many ponies die, but it couldn't be helped." Dusty walked over to the group and sat near Calla. "How you holding up girl?" Dusty's voice still had a hint of concern in it.
