Getting Acquainted -Perry & Pru- ((Closed RP))

Reinhardt glanced at Perry, blinking as he considered the blond's words. He hadn't thought of that. He didn't feel too bad for it, though, as he didn't think of much ever really. "Not her, no, just a warmblood, but..." turning in his saddle, Rey reached for his gun and leaned back comfortably in his saddle without either hand on the rains to load it casually. "Ah am, if 'ye can tell me what breeds ah'm 'posed t'be huntin'."

True to his words, he seemed to find a trail almost immediately once he hit the center of Gwangi, turning without saying a word and continuing at the same pace with his mount's rein's wrapped about one wrist and his gun held in his free hand. His ability to track dinosaurs by what subtle marks they left in the ground aside, it was not much of an effort to figure out where the group had gotten to. The place where Pru had been caught had been torn up by clawed feet and the heavy circular footfalls of Ruckus, who had left a very convenient set of ellipses trundling down the road ahead. The clarity of the trail faded at the edge of town, however, and that was the moment where he began to wish he'd brought his balaur. Tyr was a better tracker than he for his ability to scent a trail as well as see it, but in the end it was for the best. The hunting raptor was Reinhardt's pride and joy, the closest thing he figured he'd have to a child-- except for Balam of course, who he had babied with far more intensity over the years. All he had to go on so far were visual cues, at first footprints and then, when the ground hardened to the point of leaving no real traces behind, cracked branches and scratches in the dirt where overgrown claws may have scraped. Though he made no complaint, Reinhardt found himself fighting hard against tunnel-vision as the seconds slipped past.

It got easier after a half mile of following the faded trail however, just as Reinhardt began to doubt himself and his abilities he realized that they were on their way to a specific place. It made all the sense in the world. "They're in the ghost town," he said matter-of-factly. "Else they've gone through it," and with that he leaned forwards and cracked Balam's reins. Now that he had a destination he no longer had to spare care or time.

Arriving in Dalton confirmed his assumption completely. The native pteranodon flock circled above in agitation and he could see several parents guarding their nests with an intensity that could only have meant raptors were about. Grunting out loud at this revelation as if in acknowledgement of some favor done him by the pterosaurs, Reinhardt hitched Balam against a post with a slipknot, knowing the deltadromeus may need to get away on short notice and wanting her to be able to do so without his help. After a moment of consideration, Reinhardt then leaned up and undid her muzzle strap, gaining from the dinosaur a hearty stretching of her jaws which granted him a very intimate view of every single one of her knifelike teeth. In response to this, Reinhardt leaned forwards and gave the beast's large head a quick hug, scratching her under the jaw. "You see them raptors, you run," he said quietly, before stepping away, just about when Perry's shorter-limbed dinosaur made it there in all likelihood. By that time he'd already drawn his gun and was down the street, moving with a surprising quickness and silence for a man of his size. He had always been able to tread softly and go unnoticed, slipping into the background was a talent of his that came in handy in both hunting and rescue missions such as this one. Only occasionally did he pause to glance over his shoulder at Perry, stopping to allow him to catch up and reaching inside his duster for his spare firearm. It was a colt revolver, in good shape considering it was the only one he had and had been in his possession for roughly ten years. "You have five shots," he said quietly. He realized he didn't know if this man really knew how to use a gun effectively and that if he did, his apparent nerves might interfere. "You point this end at them and you pull the trigger," was the best explanation he could give. Articulation was never his strong suit.

It might have been harder to find the actual building Pru was in if she hadn't started screaming, the sound serving two purposes: firstly, leading him to the right place and, secondly, kicking his ass into gear. Breaking out into a run, Reinhardt made for the doorway, hardly faltering if Tommy began to shoot down at the ground and doing his best to start running erratically so as to throw off the unknown shooter's aim (should there have been any shots) up until the point where he reached the building itself. Without pausing to see what was going on in the ground floor of the place, he vaulted up the stairs and turned his gun on the first person he saw upon reaching the landing.

It was quite impressive seeing Reinhardt use his tracking skills, and Perry was incredibly happy that Prudence happened to have such a competent friend. It took a little while to get to their destination, but it was certainly a lot quicker than he imagined they'd get there by. Upon finding out where they were headed though, the blonde was not all too thrilled about it, already knowing how dangerous the ghost town was. If there weren't ruthless lowlifes in the old buildings, there were most definitely some carnivorous dinosaurs waiting around a dark corner to ambush any prey they could come by.

Perry soon found that he wouldn't be having much of a choice in the matter though, especially if he wanted to save Prudence. He was starting to wish he had tried finding more people to help out now, because their current team of two didn't sound too threatening against at least five other people. And that was the bare minimum of bounty hunters that only Perry had counted going after Pru. There was very likely a lot more than that.

Before they could even start discussing a course of action, Rey was already off of his mount and flitting from place to place with surprising silence and swiftness. Perry slides off his own mount, patting her and gesturing for her to hide beside one of the buildings. He didn't like the idea of leaving her out here alone, but he certainly couldn't bring her along either if he didn't want to be seen. He rubs at his chest a little, finding it to still be tender but at least not throbbing in pain like it had been before.

With a nervous sigh, Perry glances over to where Rey had been going and he quickly follows after, temporarily hiding behind any structure he came across along the way. Once he finally reached the other man's side he blinks at the revolver held out to him before carefully taking it. He had brought his own gun, but this revolver would definitely be more reliable than his little pistol. The blonde was about to argue that he knew how to use a gun, but was quickly silenced at the sound of screaming. He could feel his heart stop at the sound and he went pale, knowing it must have come from Prudence.

Once again, Reinhardt was off in a flash, making Perry scramble along behind him and wonder if the man was crazy for going headlong into the very building that was likely crawling with bounty hunters that held their own firearms. There was certainly no backing out now though, and as Rey busted into the house, Perry went right in after him, too jittery to even realize Tommy had been attempting to shoot at them.

Just when he thought Reinhardt couldn't get any more crazy, he was dumbstruck to find the man simply running past the hunters downstairs to climb up for the second floor. So now Perry was left scrambling up the stairs in a panic to not get shot at, hoping their sudden appearance would simply go unnoticed since they had run up so quickly. He doubted they would get so lucky, but he wasn't about to stay down there and start shooting up the place like a madman.

As soon as Perry had entered the room behind Rey, he lets out a surprised gasp when he saw Jim's hand get shot off and he presses himself up against the wall to calm down from the adrenaline rush for a second. It wasn't until he saw Prudence curled up on the bed that he pushed himself off of the wall and went to her.
"Prudence!" He calls out, kneeling down beside the bed to see the blood she had coughed up and nearly having a panic-attack because of it.

Seeing as Rey seemed to have everything handled at the moment, Perry takes it upon himself to start frantically messing with the rope Prudence was tied up with to try and free her from the bed.
"It's okay, we're going to get you out of here." he mutters gently, hoping the poor girl was going to be alright. His hands were shaking so badly as he fiddled with the rope and he tried not to think too hard on how in the world they'd be able to escape in the first place without simply being tracked down again.

Tommy was yet crouching in his shadowed space by the shed, pondering on what to do when all hell seemed to break loose in the main house. The girls came running out screaming, even one man made it out, but was shot three feet further. The boy frowned, leaving his hiding spot and slipping to the door in order to peek in.
"Bloody Hell", was all he managed to drawl out at the sight, one man against all the leftover men of Rayne, dead bodies starting to pile up around him. He was shot at, stabbed at, tackled, but he did not even do so much as flinch, proceeding with an iron determination to literally slay all that was in his way. The boy couldn't decide between horror and admiration as he watched the spectacle. Only when glasses came flying at his direction in a regular frequency did he notice the Ginger had not overlooked him, and decided to check the upper story window, by crawling onto the shed's roof.
He did not see the obviously harshly violated Jim simply get up, spit out some blood and bind a belt around his stump to reduce the bleeding. Then the man stood up as if he had only tumbled to the floor in a mishap, unsheathed his knife and made his way for the Ginger man. To kill Jim Hart it would take a definite method, not some random throwing around.

Tommy meanwhile had managed to scramble upon the rusty shed peeking into the window to get an understanding of the situation.
Pru was still lying on the bed, yet trying to grasp the fact that Perry was there. There for HER. She would have liked to tell him all sorts of things from how much of a moron he was, over how glad and desperate she was over his appearance, to apologizing for the hole in the shed. But her mouthfuls of blood kept hindering her so she simply kept crying, spitting a small pool of blood every now and then. When her second wrist was finally freed she tried to get up to walk, but the cut in her thigh was deeper than expected and despite the endless blood flowing out from under her skirt, it made her leg numb and pretty much useless. She wondered if she was going to bleed out after all, wincing when she tried to move the leg another time.

Rayne had been fairly ignored by the two men raiding his hideout, watching apathetic as his dog was crippled and hauled out, turning his gaze to the blonde crouching before his subject he observed them closely for a while. He hoped they were a couple, he doubted it because Pru had so far proven smart enough as to avoid romantic bindings, but somewhere he wanted her to have made that mistake, the only thing more pleasing than torturing young women was torturing young couples while looking at each other. It was a beautifully morbid sight to have them yell for and at each other for numerous reasons of pain.
He slowly stood up, making his way through the room closing in on the blonde man.
"I will have to ask you to leave this precious little troublemaker to me, Sir. I bought her you know, she is technically my property."
He kept on talking in his smooth voice, he knew he was pushing buttons but that was the plan. As soon as the younger would react and engage in a physical fight, Rayne could use his natural talent of dislocating joins and breaking bones only with his bare hands. He sure hoped this to be entertaining.

Rey was by no means indestructible, nor was he immune to pain. It was only a matter of time before the shock value of his actions faded and the remaining gang members started taking some hearty blows at him. Natural selection had done its work on the group, most of those he'd managed to kill seemed to be the runts of the group, those who barely had any skill or worth without the strength of numbers and support of their peers. Between them the tough ones, the vicious ones, managed to survive. Even when he was left with only a handful of miscreants to fight against, they were each worth four or five of those he'd killed in terms of ability and at least two of him. To make it worse, they had the sense to surround him with packish intent, sensing easily that the side missing the fingers was the side he could not attack with. He may have gone down sooner if it wasn't for his high pain threshold, which kept him sure-footed even after several well aimed knives sliced across his ribs, legs and forearm. It was sure as hell a good thing that he fought dirty, because without the immorality of survival he may have been taken out right then by a well timed sweep of a blade. Instead, Reinhardt spotted a single moment of unguarded weakness in the man in front of him, and before he could decide whether it was a good idea or not he snap kicked out at an exposed knee. The 'crICK' of it breaking and the sight of the man's whole leg inverting in terms of joint position was enough for him to tell he'd crippled the man, but that was not enough to end the ordeal. Jumping forwards, feeling a hand grab hold of the back of his shirt collar as he did, he managed one well aimed stomp on the man's face before he was dragged back and felt the cold sting of a dagger being jammed into the junction between armpit and ribs.

He'd never been a man to scream or raise his voice in any other expression of displeasure, so instead Reinhardt snarled deeply and twisted about in his own shirt, feeling it rip against the knife in an action which ruined the clothing but preserved him to some degree, though the twisting of the blade inside of him was a less than stellar sensation. He acted without thinking, struggling for a moment to escape before the only course of action became clear and he lurched forwards towards the man attempting to shiv him. He bit the man's nose off. Spitting it out on the floor, Reinhardt scrambled backwards and paused to rip the blade from his flank before drawing it over the screaming man's eyes while he was still too occupied with his missing nose to raise a hand against the attack. By that time, the red haze of desperation and aggression had taken him over and the only thing left in Reinhardt was the urge to willfully enact upon every unfortunate man standing a sort of retaliatory violence, a misplaced revenge for everything that he'd been stomaching for the last six years. All of the senseless anger came out in waves of subhuman, bellicose attacking, his shaky morality and awareness coming back to him only when the last of the men circling him finally managed to conk him a good one across the back of the head and throw him down onto the floor. There was a letter opener jammed into his thigh, he realized, and it hurt badly. Pain as it was, though, there was some service the little thing could do for him. Even as his riled up opponent pressed his own combat knife against Reinhardt's abdomen, just over the diaphragm with a clear intention to gut him, he pulled the small blade from his leg and whipped it up along the other man's inner thigh. "Ah'll cut," he promised, staring the other man in the face. "Ah'll cut if you don't step away, n' ah'll cut if you press that there edge int'a me, n' ah won't regret a thing," that seemed to do the trick seeing as the man, regarding him with wary eyes for a moment, did begin to pull the blade away at that assurance. That was all Reinhardt needed, slashing upwards with the letter opener and catching the unfortunate fellow over the adam's apple. Panting, he staggered up and realized just how much he hurt and just what a state of disarray he was in, wobbling slightly.

Then he noticed Jim. How the man had survived so long he did not know, swearing to himself that such a throw would have to have broken his neck, swearing that the destroyed arm had to be at least a bit of a setback... and yet Jim seemed to suffer no lack of initiative, unhesitating in his approach. Reinhardt said nothing as there was nothing to say, no wit that he'd been born with could make this situation droll and there were no question's he'd have wanted answered. Instead he stood there, breathing heavily, letter opener in hand. Across the room the blinded man groaned and wept into his pant legs, curled up fetally with his maimed face hidden away. Reinhardt was not blind nor freshly mutilated, but he felt for a moment that he might want to weep too, because Jim Hart had a knife and felt no pain, and Reinhardt Kaufmann had a toy and was torn at the seams.

Perry kept his eyes fixed on Rayne, but he heard Pru's voice loud and clear, making him tighten his hold on the gun.
"I'm not just going to leave you here!" he cries out, brows knitting together as his frown deepens. He couldn't just run after getting this far, he wasn't going to let someone die when there was a possibility of being able to save them. That was simply not an option.

When Rayne suddenly moved forward, it caused Perry to flinch and pull the trigger as a reflex, but due to his shaky hands he only managed to graze the man's arm. He didn't even have a chance to shoot the last bullet before Rayne's hand snapped forward to grab the blonde's wrist, and with seemingly no effort at all, the gun was snatched away and his arm twisted painfully backwards. Perry lets out a strained cry of pain, feeling his arm starting to break from being forced into such an unnatural position.

With his adrenaline already pumping through his veins, the blonde reacts quickly, grabbing hold of Rayne's shirt collar with his free hand in an attempt to pull him forward and headbutt the man with all his might.

Rayne jolted from the sudden impact to his head, the gun clattering to the ground, stepping backwards but never loosening his iron grip on the blondes Arm. More in reflex than in thought his other hand curled into a fist, aiming for the man's face. He caught his balance preparing to deliver another blow, always bearing in mind not to take another step back, only a good three feet away was the part of the floor where the floorboards where rotten and ramshackle.
Leaning into the direction of the blonde he grabbed for his hair, planning to pull his head back and turn him so he could break his neck and return his attention to the ginger on the bed.
Although half of his enjoyment was already being fed by her undoubtedly wish for the man to stay alive and well. Well that was just heart wrenchingly pleasurable and just perfectly entertaining for him. He might rather take his time in murdering them off. He had no doubt the ginger downstairs would be dead by now.

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Jim paused only for the blink of an eye before continuing towards the ginger man. Well that was just boring, there would be no screaming, no begging no strained, pleading gazes, nothing. How unamusing.
Now where had all his motivation gone, he halted a good two arm lengths before Rey tilting his head with a nonchalant expression.
At least it explained how he was such an animal when it came to fighting and how he had gotten this far despite the sheer number of men. Them fighting would very possibly be the most boring thing, two men with no sense of pain or fear fighting on pure animalistic instincts. He let that thought drip into his core, on second thought it might not be that boring at all. Maybe Jim had finally found his equal. An actual challenge in his otherwise dull life, even the screams didn't give him much of a thrill anymore. But this. He genuinely hoped the man was not bluffing, that would be rather disappointing.
He just stood still, waiting for the Gingers next actions, hoping for his miracle, his true equal after years of loneliness and exclusion. Of being the only one. If this man was anything like him, like he had stated, he would give him a worthy fight.