The party had passed a few days resting and enjoying their benefits from the cargo and drivers rescue. They are at the village market, looking to upgrade or repair some of their material. The market is located next to one of the village entrances, and today is specially crowded for there's a nomad elf tribe merchants that had come to sell and exchange some of their items. The tall and thin elves had some weird cristal neckclakes adn bracalets that gets a lot of attention from the townsfolk. The party spread in the market, attending to their own bussiness.

Jonn feels a hard and strong hand on his right shoulder that makes him turn. He faces an scarred mul that looks at him with just one eye.

" Yo! What's your name gladiator?"

He answers for he doesn't want problems and even with his friends nearby, the mul had another six muscles with him, most of them humans. Their weapons and armor identifies them as bountyhunters, and the fact that a small, skinny men checks Jonn's name in one list. " He's clean" he says to the mul.

"Hmpf" says the mul releasing Jonn and the group continues his way into the market. Jonn notices that one of the bounty hunters, a human female for its figure, keeps looking at him while the others walk away. She doesn't show her face, all covered in desert clothes, tuareg type. She doesn't carry any weapon, and she nods towards Jonn as she walks away with the others.

Rejoined with the rest, Jonn tells them about his encounter, no one had seen them before, so they deduct that they should have arrived that morning to the village.

All of a sudden they strangers make them into the spotlight again. The mul voice commands someone...

"Walmorn!! Surrender now and come pacefully with us... don't me loose golds giving your master only your head..."

The crowd quickly opens and the party sees that the seven bounty hunters had surrounded a huge minotaur, who carries a bone sword as huge as himself.

The elves start to pick up their goods as well as other local merchants. The two templars that were at the market don't even move.

Jonn recognizes the minotaur!! They fought together at Raam's arena!! They used to pair them to fight, despite the fact that they had different owners, and they had saved the other's life several times. In fact, the fight that allowed Jonn to earn his freedom was meant to grant it to them both, but in the last minute, Walmorn's owner didn't grant it to him. If it wouldn't be for Jonn had spent more nights at his owner daughter's room than in the stable with the rest the months previous to that fight, he knows for sure that he would be still an slave, but that's another history.

The minotaur grabs his sword hilt, decided to keep his freedom...  

 The minotaur snorts, a derisive smile plain on his snout as he hefts his blade over his shoulder easily.  "You're not taking me back there.  My head shall be your prize, if you only you could reach it!" And with that the minotaur springs into action, throwing himself into a Vicious Offensive against the closest bounty hunter.  "Is this all the might you can bring against me, slime?"

 Glancing aside towards his leader, Locklear gives a vicious grin and a wink before striding up behind the mull.

"You!!!" he cries once he has reached the mull.  As the figure turns in surprise, the halfling leans forward menacingly.  "I thought it was you!  There's a bounty on your head and I mean to take it now!"

Locklear returns to a more relaxed posture, then addresses the nearby bountyhunters and shrugs in an apologetic manner.  "Normally, I'd have refused the bounty, given the obvious smell of the mark, but the contractor offered to fry the mull's guts for me afterwards, and I've never tasted minotaur cuisine before."

His gaze returns to the mull, and he again assumes his menacing posture.  "Now face me in single combat or show all here for the coward you are!" 

 Ashtar strides forward to aid the minotaur, his battleroar echoing throughout the plaza.  The warlord strikes out with his signature sword and shield combo, cutting at the man's side as he smashes his shield into his face.  Between clenched fangs the Drakk snarls, "Now now, let's make this a bit more sporting.  All of you vs just him?  Where is the honour?  Where is the glory?  Face me instead Bounty Hunter, or do you lack the stomach for a real fight?" 

 The cheers of the crowd dies for a moment when the drakk roars in defiance. The confidence that the Bounty hunters showed seems to fade away as Ashtar and Jonn joins the fight.

They both hit their targets, still, they seems in good shape to fight. 

 Walmorn swings his blade at his former target, roaring joyfully as he strikes, "Worms! All of you.  Try to take me down!" After striking, he moves towards the mul, his eyes set on his target. 

 "He's mine horned one!! This is a duel of honour... though you WILL fry his guts for me afterwards!"  With that said, Locklear stares hard at his prey, once again putting the fear of impending death into the mull as he strikes. 

 The two humans engaged with the minotaur takes grievious wounds from the pair of former gladiators, but still they try to pierce them with their barbed spears. The shaking hands of the human allows the minotaur to barely dodge it attack, but the anger gives the other one more precision, and despite the fact that his attention is focused on his mark, he manages to sting his weapon into the Drak's side, and impeling his combat prowness. He produces a long knive decided to eviscerate Ashtar and end him.

"Hahaha little one... what makes you think I play by the rules?!" says the mul, attacking Locklear with his greatsword with serpent like velocity. The agile halfling ducs and avoid the first attack, but then the mul kicks the sand in front of him, hitting Locky in the face, blinding him momentary. But a fraction of a second is what the mul needs, and he get the halfling in the right shoulder with a descending attack, cuttiing deep. " Hmm this is perfect.. " says the bounty hunter leader " more slaves for my master... "

The Thri kreen fails to land an attack on the human, he dodges his claws and his arrow hit one wall above the crowd heads,  but when he leaps to the low ceiling he dodges the human attack with ease. He then sees what the other two bounty hunters were doing. Crossing the city gates and heading toward the market Pik Ik Cha sees the head of a giant, a small one for the tales he had heard, but still big enough to raise his head above the low buildings of the city next to the market ( they are one story buildings ). It seems that it's guided by two strong leather lashes, probably handled by the two bounty hunters. They will reach the marketplace in just a few seconds...