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Sitting on Bandits back next to Teeler I knew I was ready. It was going to be an all out fist fight. All I had to do was pretend I was moshing. It was that easy. The others actually rode in saddles. "Arent you going to fall off?" Kim had asked me when I swung over. Kim and Ryan were to stay behind. I shook my head. "Even if I happen to, Bandit got me covered." I replied patting his toned neck.

The sun was just setting. It cast warm orange glows through the forest. The smell was amazing. The jasmine mixed in with the woody scent was amazing. Teeler shifted in her saddle, "Get angry." She whispered. I nodded. Too easy for a ticking time bomb. A few seconds later we moved out. Tyler and Jacoby, the leader of the Sharnitz, we barley made a sound as me moved through the forest. I studied the way memorizing the color, the smell, even the bunch and release of Bandits perfect muscles. I couldn’t belive that I rinding the malnourished horse I had found a few weeks ago. The Freak back then was only a whisper of the Freak now as we were to go foreward, and kick some major ass. I smiled at the thought. I wasnt afraid to fight for what I belived in. No way.

And there they were. Sitting with their back to us watching the sunset. Their horses stood near by. I felt a lump in my throat rise, glancing nervously at Seth who just stared at me. I bit my lip turning back. The quarry was just a dip, and empty river with a delapidateded building. The roof was falling away, the walls were surrendering to erosion. On the sides of the river were rocks. White rocks, it was a deep contrast agaisnt the brown dirt. Past where they were sitting was their side. Their fields, thier home. And we were going to kick thier ass for coming on ours. I fucking hated this. But they touched our tribe, now we were going to taint theirs.

"Well you wanted a fight didnt you?" Called Jacoby. They turned around in shock. They stood, scrambling up. "Dismount!" The leader called. We slipped from our horses. "They were unprepared, outnumbered, but they were stupid enough not to surrender. Fuckheads. And it happened.

Suddenly we were ontop of them, I took all my anger out on the one who had bruised my back, the one who held me from helping my friend. I was tore off by another one and held down. I looked around frantically, Seth was battling the one who hurt Ryan. Tyler had one of them in a death grip. This had to end. But the grunt and screams continued. My world spun. All of this for the love of a friend. For Ryan. I elbowed my imprisionor in the nose. He was ripped off of me my hoodie tearing. My favorite hoodie.

He was torn off by one on the Sharnitz. I smiled appreciatively, pushing myself from the ground. I saw the ape that was holding me down going for Seth, That Nazi Neandrathal. So I did what only a short person could do.

I hopped on his back my arms tightening around his throat diverting him from his path to Seth. His hands found my arms in attempt to yank me down. The stumbled right into Seth’s fist. Bandit was screaming rearing, he wanted to join, he needed to be by my side. "No! Bandit No!" I cried holding on to the now tossing ape, "Stay!!"

"Stop! Surrender!" A shrill sqwak came from the leader, Jacoby had him in a choke hold, his face red and bruised. His clothes were torn and he had blood seeping from his thigh. I slide from my neandrathal and Jacoby dropped his own. He fell face forward into the dirt. I panted looking around. It was over. I looked at the faces of the Snakes, they were brusied, battered, broken. We had done it. Seth came over to me; his arms wrapping around me I sighed into him. My body ached. I felt big warm lips on the back of my head. Bandit. I turned from Seth to Bandit wrapping my arms around the the thick neck of my shadow, my adoring friend. I buried my head in his mane feeling calm wash over me. Then Seths warm hands on my hips.

It was over.

It was over.

We rode back that night, faster letting out victory cries. The night was electrified everyone could feel it. Bandit surged tossing his head letting out a deeper throaty nicker. We soared over a fallen trunk. At the mill we partied, outside only so Bandit could join me. That night was perfect on because:

It was over.

                                          The END!

                               © 2008- Kaleigh Brunell.