No matter the harsh Mojave sun, Razi was in high spirits. Sol-sanguis he was; wired in the blood for such long days of heat.
''To watch your back?'' Razi chirped helpfully, overly delighted to be on a horse for the first time in-- well, always. He'd walked besides horses a few times, but it just weren't the same; sitting on top was exhilirating, even if she wasn't going exceptionally fast.
''NCR's been sending more soldiers,'' the legionary continued, wiping the sticky black hair out of his face. ''Word is they're sending their best. Not like that matters much-- their best isn't much better than their worst.'' Razi snorted at his own joke, even though it wasn't particularly funny. He'd shedded the Legion's brilliant red in favour for a dusty white shirt and ripped jeans, rifle on his back. There was no way he'd be of much use spotting for a hunter this well seasoned--- more than likely he was a decoy for just in case. He was perfectly fine with this, though; it was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make in order to get closer to the merc.
''There's many stories that go round,'' he started hopefully. ''Of your finest kills. They say you sneak so quietly in the night you broke the necks of three guards before getting to your mark, all unnoticed. They say you can kill two men with one bullet. Is it true? Oh, is it true? Have you strung up a man with his own intestines?!''
The smile was heard in his voice, dwindling with a youthful adoration.
''I told Cato that last one has to be a joke. I've not even heard of Lanius do such a thing.''
He huffed at the answer. To watch his back? As if he needed that, he thought, but he wouldn't say anything on the matter.
The excitement the other had wasn't hidden in the slightest. Warren had to remind himself he was in the presence of youth, and while this was purely business for him it was something akin to fun for his company. His brow had raised with the snort, but he was more focused on the previous sentence than the joke. Not that his dry sense of humor ever had him laughing at jokes anyways.
" We should be fine. They shouldn't have any more than three, and even that's pushin' it. " From what he heard, the location should have a small shack. Likely there would be at least one soldier patrolling at all times, while the others take shelter. Of course they would change in shifts as well, which was something to take into account.
Picking them off one by one would be the best way, a method the hunter was more than familiar with. He could easily take down whoever the poor soul that's patrolling, lure the other two out, and then finish them. A way that ensures no survivors to spread his name and face. Razi would help somehow, he was sure of it. Even if helping was just an extra pair of eyes.
Stories? Warren almost turned his head at that. They were more like rumors with all the fabrication. He was silent for a moment before answering truthfully, " In a way, yeah. What you've heard as stringin' a man up in his guts was really me wrappin' him in 'em.
" Not a complete lie, but not the whole truth either. "