Do Not Leave Me In This Abyss

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"Yer here, ain't ye?" Rogers replied with a chuckle, putting his hands on his hips. "You should know better than to deal with the likes of him." His alluding was vague, on purpose as Rogers worked with many Indigenous Peoples and was thankful for their help.

"I serve many a man, I am last on the list as always...my King comes first and he should come first to you as well." With that, the large man blew between his fingers and the sound pierced through the skeletal trees.

Rogers apparently had heard enough. He lifted his hand and then whistled, causing several armed men to launch free of their hiding places.

Swearing under his breath, Benjamin quickly dove to the side, the whizzing of musket-shot scarring a tree overhead before he dropped, rolled, and then fell down the side of a shallow hill. Only being minorly rattled, he managed to leap back up to try and take cover.

Another gunshot rang through the air and Benjamin flinched, but managed to keep moving. Nearly tripping across the forest floor, he righted himself and stumbled onward, but not without a stray branch snagging him across the cheek. He hissed and gritted his teeth, then finally dove down amidst the copse of trees.

Aiming his flintlock as silently as he could, Benjamin remained hunkered over in his cramped position, his vision momentarily blinded by sweat as he searched the woods. His cheek stung from the shallow cut, and he grimaced, pausing to wipe his sleeve across his wound.

Rogers chuckled softly as he heard Benjamin yell about fairness, something he often griped about himself. How he was more worthy than others, how it was unfair that he had to suffer due to the idiocy of other men! Freezing, the Scot saw Benjamin stumbling slightly with blood on his cheek--it suited him well. There would be much more of that to come...

Stepping out behind the blond, Rogers called out as he aimed for Benjamin's upper arm, "and what would a rat like you know abou' being a man?" All at once, he snapped the trigger with every intention of maiming deeply but not killing. Benjamin Tallmadge was of very little use dead; that was, until he got what information he needed out of him. He knew exactly what it would take to break him too, that secret weapon was waiting back at the cabin.