"Heh, they get stranger every day," remarked the cowboy to Feon's outburst. Hiryu watched Feon struggle, with some heaviness in his chest. It wasn't pleasant to see her rattled. There was genuine emotion and panic being displayed for someone that otherwise seemed so self assured and well put together. There was a silence after the Axe man hit Feon in the back of the head to render her unconscious. Hiryu knew things were going from bad to worse. In the distance the blow of locomotive horn bellowed, signalling the coming of a freight train. The Axe man picked up Feon and put her over his shoulder. "You'll be paid in the usual way," the cowboy spoke to the man with the Axe. The Axe man shook his head.
"No, I want the girl too." added the Axe man. The cowboy dropped the merchant at this point and tipped his hat.
"...alive?" he inquired. The Axe man grinned. The cowboy hopped off the wagon to walk closer to the axe man. "This does not come back on us. No matter what. You and your people take the rap."
"Just make sure we get our money and we'll forget all about you guys, like we always do." replied the Axe wielding man. The cowboy smirked at the comment and then glanced at the kneeling Hiryu. At that time, Hiryu noted that Feon, while unconscious was going to be taken alive, and the merchant, for whatever reason, was too important to the bandits and the cowboy mage to kill even after hiring Golden Dragoon to protect him. It meant Hiryu had some play, and just had to figure out how to get himself out of the situation and regroup afterwards. Similarly, the freighter train was pulling in close enough for everyone to hear the spurs and wheels clanging against the tracks in the background ambience.
"What about him?" the cowboy asked. The axe man shook his head, his smile completely gone. "You don't swing that way? I figured you'd be too desperate out in the wilderness to care," he jibbed crudely. The cowboy plucked a card from his pocket and it glowed with an ethereal shimmer. "Any last words pilgrim?"
"vujureh..." mumbled Hiryu. The cowboy leaned in with a bemused look about his face.
"...what?" he asked. Hiryu rolled into a handstand and mule-kick the bandits holding him.
"Vajra!" he called, teleporting behind the cowboy, still upside down, but facing the back of the cowboy's neck. He grabbed him at the neck while he was still surprised and in a somersault threw him towards the tracks. He immediately charged at the cowboy as soon as his feet kissed the dirt and tackled him at the stomach. The train was passing by at that very moment with speed, and both Hiryu and the cowboy were going to crash into it. "Vajra-" Hiryu murmured, phasing out of view with the cowboy. The Axe man and the other bandits looked around puzzled, at first concerned that they just turned into a bloody smear on the side of the train. When it passed by completely, they saw no trace of anything, no blood, no flesh, no bones.
"W-w-what the hell did that guy do?" mouthed one of the bandits. The Axe man blinked.
"He just kill Heath." remarked the Axe man.
"What do we do about the goods now? And the merchant?" asked another. "Shall we just kill him and leave?" he added.
"No!" insisted the axe man. "They know where to find us. If we kill the merchant too, then we lose the only one who could prove he didn't double cross Heath. We take the haul and the merchant along with the girl. We'll wait for them to send another mage to us and we'll explain everything from there." ordered the Axe man. He looked one more time at the tracks and then to the train, hurtling on towards the bridge over the river. "...crazy bastard," he remarked, reflecting on Hiryu.