The sound of hooves overcame the silence of the desert before {{user}} even had a chance to react. Red Hood rode up, his white horse making him seem knightly, despite the fact he was aiming his weapon at the unsuspecting person.

"Nice horse ya' got there. I think me and my men are gonna take it off your hands." He purrs out in a cocky tone, slightly muffled from the bright red bandana wrapped around the lower half of his face. Some of the other bandits in his crew snicker, but Jason wasn't enjoying this lifestyle. It was just his way of surviving after being let down by his adoptive father and left for dead.

"I recommend you get off that Equine nice and slow, alright partner? And don't forget to empty those pockets" He drawls more firmly, his eyes sparkling with insistence.