Within the craggy surroundings, the Devil's Slingers find themselves physically and mentally lost. They find themselves on top of a mountain, and below they could see towns and fertile land - a new horizon reveals to them. Though as if indifferent they saw a path leading down mountain. They were absentminded from their current problem.
"Eh? Say where the hell are we? Shadow, Crag, Slash, see if you guys could find a more safer place to rest, and some food too, we don't want to go down any more for we don't know the folks here," says one of them.
"Sure thing Luc," answered Shadow," I'll be our food searcher."
"Then I'll be looking for a warm place for us," volunteered Crag.
"Want me to just sneak down a bit, I promise I'll go unseen," said Slash.
"Ill keep the horses here for now....AH!"
Suddenly a slashing pain came over Luc, then he remembers the poison needles the mariachi flinged at them. It wasn't long until the rest fell off their horses and slammed, their spirits worned out. But as Luc's sight blurs, he sees a pair of black shoes accompanied by a staff walking towards his lazy head. Before his lids shut, he heard the mysterious person say, "hmmmmmmm these will do."
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