Thieves of Wind

Let's face it, your the 'Nothing Special' kind of horse. Rather ironically your name is Joy. Your pretty and strong, that's about all you've got going for you. But hey, a black appaloosa like yourself wont go to waste, your somebody's. His name is Nicholas and quiet frankly he his not the most coordinated of humans, socially or physically. He is also the 'Nothing Special' kind of human despite being tall, although that attribute just made him appear more lanky than intimidating. Like a deer fawn. How about you stop trying to describe him and start paying attention to the person on your back, he was shaking and pulling back on your reins. You pull your head up and began stepping back at his command, but when you looked up it wasn't the most pleasant of sights. Two bandits, clad in blacks and browns with hefty swords sneering at your rider who was, in your eyes to put it sweetly, a quivering excuse for a human being no more useful than a kitten in a wet paper bag. The two bandits raise their blades and demand Nicholas's money, well you can't have that, can you?