This was what Horace had been waiting for all along. This final moment when he would finally get back at those two rangers for all those years of leg-pulling and torment. He was a few kilometers off from were the Gathering would be held. Just were Will was planning to ambush Halt.
Horace had it all planned out. Currently, Will was stationed in one of the trees on the left side of the road, sitting stock still waiting for Halt to come riding up the road. Horace had analyzed the situation. Will's placement, stance, and stealthiness were all signs of the plan that Will would be taking part in. Horace, too, was stock still, but on the other side of the road, waiting for the sudden movement that Will would make. Then Horace's plan would take action too.
Finally, Horace heard the trotting of Albeard's hooves and knew it was time. Although excitement was surging through his body, Horace didn't move a muscle. It was all that time he had spent around rangers that made him so still and analyzing. It was true that he had learned a lot from them.
Will jumped and that was Horace's cue. He quickly snatched some of the mud balls that Malcolm had let him use and fired them at the ground around his two friends. Will hit the ground, astonishing Halt, but he had no time to gloat before mud balls exploded around them. They made an ear ringing sound as they crashed to the ground, surrounding Halt and Will with smoke. Horace rushed in.
The smoke cleared away to leave Horace looking at two distraught rangers, and the two distraught rangers to be looking at a very smug Horace.
"That, my friends," he said "is called sweet revenge."
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