Let's Play A Game

[Nadia Winters]

As much as she hated stepping foot anywhere in the wastelands, she knew it was the easiest way to get her hands on a bighorn sheep. The horns among other parts had their uses when it came to the needs of others. What people did with their skin, fur and horns, had nothing to do with Nadia... but she was getting paid for it back home, so she figured might as well get through with it.

While the sun was setting, it wasn't completely down and that posed something of a bother to Nadia. So it was still hot and the air was bothersome, but it was still light outside which meant that anyone could be making rounds picking off items and supplies from dead bodies. At the same time, it would be getting dark soon... which meant anything from more dangerous animals to even bandits could pop up from any which direction if they wanted to.

That wouldn't be a problem, at least not yet. Her sight was already on one of the targets. Her bow and arrow were ready, arm was waiting to let the arrow go off. At least three of them gathered together, trying to get whatever remaining dried up weeds they could eat off of. Too bad for them, being lost, animals never really did survive out here one way or another. "That's it..."

[Skipper Halberd]

"Alright, Fleabag, don't screw this up." Skipper hissed to the dog as they hid behind a large rock. Eyes shifting from the mutt by her side, she watched the sheep carefully. They had managed to get close enough now that Skipper would be able to throw her spear and maybe nail one of them. She doubted she could kill it from this distance, but maybe injure it enough.

Hopefully the mutt won't mess up his job.

Glaring at the dog, Skipper hefted her spear in one hand and watched the sheep. One was closer than the others, although smaller. Although it wasn't like they would need much. "Ready?" She whispered, holding her arm back with the spear to launch.

Just imagine it's one of your fucking clam members.

The thought was enough to make her scowl and grip the spear more tightly. As she focused and the imagery was complete, she stood up and threw the weapon with all of her strength and more than a little fury at the memory. The spear soared through the air towards the sheep, who were just starting to turn once they saw her.

However, it was too late for one of them, as the blade sunk into it's hind leg. Fleabag, thankfully, had been following the spear. It took him no time at all to caught the weakened creature and take him down. Letting out a whoop, Skipper dashed over with a wicked grin. "You did it you lil' bastard!"

[Nadia Winters]

Nadia hadn't spotted the woman and her companion, let alone seen them hiding. So of course her focus had climaxed to its peak right there and then. In a half of a second she'd let her hand go and let her bow fly, taking out the first, and then another one.

The only problem was that she didn't let it go. The sight of the spear launching at the bighorn sheep had stopped Nadia in her tracks. She growled, "What." The moment she noticed the others in the group getting ready to run away, she brought her bow back up, quickly cocking back and launching and arrow straight for one of the other ones. Hitting the point where it's vital organs laid comfortably. Even if it did still run, it wouldn't get far.

Nadia then pulled out another bow, only to shoot and hit in the cracked and dried up desert ground near the dog. That one was done out of frustration. The freckled face woman headed towards the two, her bow still raised to shoot, arms read for a follow up if necessary. "That one... missed on purpose. The next one won't, I can promise you that much." What did she think this was anyway? Even though Nadia had made it possible to hide away, she spent way too long for this catch.

"If I were you, I'd take my leave." Her brown eyes glanced at the woman's dog before looking back to her. "You and the mutt." Where did they get off anyway? She spent her time here in this ridiculous sun, there was no way she'd lose a damn catch because of a girl and her mutt.

[Skipper Halberd]

Something hit one of the other sheep and before Skipper could get out a word, Fleabag was off. "Fleabag you little shit! What the fu-- Aaaagh forget it you dumb dog." She said, throwing her hands up and rolling her eyes as the mutt took down the damaged animal and dragged it over to Skipper. She was just retrieving her spear when something embedded itself into the ground right by Fleabag.

"What the hell!?" She yelled, whipping around to find the approaching woman. Fleabag, who had been startled initially, now turned and growled at the newcomer. "Seriously?? What the hell?! What was that for? You just get off or something from shooting my fucking dog??" Skipper asked, furious.

No one threatens the fur ball but me! And no one damn well shoots at us!

"Doh ho ho, I'm so damn scared." Skipper snickered mockingly with a sneer. "Listen you little shit, I was leaving anyway but I'm taking the sheep I killed. You can have the one you shot. Just back the fuck off." She snarled. "We need food just as much as you do, and you got your damn kill. Hell, it's bigger than ours. Just shut it or I'll shut you up myself."

[Nadia Winters]

There was something about people and their "companions" that Nadia just didn't understand. Sure, "pets" might have been something that you kept around to love upon and give attention... but to hunt with? How was that a smart idea? It meant one more thing to slow you down or hold you back and at times like these; Who could afford something like that?

Nadia hadn't budged but instead contemplated on all of the different ways she could've gone about this... and threatening just seemed like the best idea out of the bunch. "Something like that." Never would she be shy of killing another animal, no matter who owned it if her life was in danger. So the dog was safe for now.

She simply blinked, already sure on how to go about this. The woman was a sassy one, that she'd admit to but wasn't too convincing. Her facial expression never did change but Nadia could still feel the heat of frustration driving her. "I'm not here for food."

Lowering her bow as her eyes glanced back at the growling dog. "And had I been a bandit, I would've cut those yappy lips right off of your face and force fed it to your ugly mutt." The freckled faced girl hadn't really seen her as a threat, which was why she found it so easy to scoff at the two of them.

Shut her up. Yeah. Nadia wondered how many times she'd heard that one. "You should really watch where you hunt."

[Skipper Halberd]

Skipper snorted and shook her head. "And people say I have weird fetishes." She said, teasing as she still eyed the girl. When she mentioned not being there for food, Skipper just stared at her before laughing. "Oh wow, you really do get off from killing animals!" She mocked, grinning wickedly.

Skipper laughed again. "Look darling, you might think you're bad but you're no bandit. I know what a bandit looks like and acts like. They would've done a bitch ton of a lot worse than just that for some lip." She said with a sneer. Skipper only slightly relaxed when the girl lowered her bow, still watching her.

"Well excuse me princess. It's a wasteland after the damn apocalypse. I don't see your name anywhere and I don't see any reason to frankly give a damn." Skipper snorted. "And even if you were a damn Bast, there's no rules out here in the shittier parts except survival of the fittest. And I need this food to survive."