Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180107035326/@comment-34052734-20180109033103

Reno pointed his men after the figure, just as he was about to reply. “After him!” He roared, slapping his horse to have in pick up speed. It gave a ear-piercing whinny before dashing after Luther and the figure.

“C’mon...” Ace veered farther away from the town, only squinting in front of him. “C’mon, c’mon,” he spoke to his horse and to himself, tightly holding the reigns. He was leaning forward, closer to the neck of his horse as it sprinted.