Dreamer had slowly risen over the rock wall enough to level his revolver at the two men as they drew near.  They didn't seem to have seen him in the dimness.<br/><br/>He'd been hoping both the men would try to have a go at the catgirl at once, one holding her while the other... did his thing (not that he would've had the chance), but instead...<br/><br/>("Keep an eye on 'em. If they do something suspicious, blast 'em.")<br/><br/>Ah, shit.  That complicated things just a bit.  These rebels might be friends, but they were most likely just allies in this bloody revolt; once the catgirl went berserk, the second guy might not hesitate to fire into the fray to save himself.  Even if the catgirl was hyped up, with the two guns he held firing enough bullets in a short span, he could easily cut her down AND the other two along with her... and his own superior to boot.<br/><br/>Normally Dreamer would just shoot him down the instant she moved, making sure he never got to fire... but with only two bullets, he couldn't afford to miss.  Plus, if he took both bullets to drop the watching rebel, when the third arrived he would have no way to kill him... or prevent him from running for help.<br/><br/>--Easy,-- he thought, breathing out.  --you were trained for this.  A long time ago, sure, and you can't REMEMBER it, but you were trained.--<br/><br/>He aimed the revolver at the side of second rebel's head, his right arm behaving for once and going perfectly still.  Now, the second the catgirl moved...<br/><br/>She whispered something to the human boy, and suddenly they were both armed and stabbing at the closest human.  The bovine girl was suddenly exposed, but Dreamer didn't waste his time or concentration looking to see if she was running for him as she'd been told to or not.<br/><br/>He kept his sight and aim right on the side of the second man's head and pulled the trigger once, hoping the racket inside the fort would cover the sound of his shot.