Zegeruss had a look of slight fear as the woman pick his fathers rifle from the ground. "Ah! Uh m-my rifle, If you could uh- hand it to me please? It's.... Very precious to Me..." he never once looked up at the woman, locked on that rifle. He began Picking himself up off the ground.<br/><br/>" it's my fathers "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>