As Jax approached the gate, he spotted a friendly familiar sight sat seemingly daydreaming away his time on guard. His was practically flying past as full gallop before the giant of a man realised.
“Hey Jax. What’s the rush?”
“Need to slow those following,” he shouted back turning to acknowledge Tiny Tim’s recognition of him. “Help a friend out!”
Jax continued to watch behind as the giant brought a halt to the party of horsemen that were now remonstrating profusely about being stopped in their tracks. The female witch hunter dismounted and focused her gaze upon Jax as he rode off towards the horizon, who in turn offered a doff of his hat as he put serious distance between them.