Xitco nodded, holding out his shotgun; aiming at the woman emerging from the trees. "What do you want?" he snarled..she looked as if she had stepped out of another era. Particularly the Victorian one. He cocked and eyebrow and watched her keep walking forward. Listening to what Trystan said, he attempted to pick up his other gun; a small silver pistol. The anthro grinned when it appeared over his shoulder. Now with four guns at her face; he hoped she'd shy away and leave them alone.<br/><br/>(Sorry its short. :c)