Travis had risen to his feet by the time they came for him. Anger flared through his hazel eyes. He spread his feet, shoulder-width wide, hunched his shoulders, lowered his head and charged. He took one brother in the stomach, then quickly turned kicking another. That first move wasn't exactly helping his head feel any better.
Sighing, the two strangers rose their feet, the tall one drew his dagger and held it to Lena's throat.
"Fa'Toron," He said sharply, making Travis halt quickly and stand straight. "Mount up and no more trouble, hey?"
Travis' top lip curled into a snarl, but he nodded in agreement, "Fine, remove the knife." The man twitched his head, and removed the knife, but didn't move away. Travis walked towards Rose, checking her foot before hand.
"I'll walk," He said.
"You'll ride," The thin man snarled.
"The mare's lame, you want me to add the cost of her price to your charges when I put you before a court?" Travis snarled back.
The squat man frowned, edging closer to Lena, he tapped his companion's shoulder and whispered something in his ear.
The first glanced back up at the girl, then down to his friend,
"You sure?"
The small one nodded.
A slow grin spread over both their faces, but they quickly wiped them away, they would be fools to trust their new partners very far.