Gale's eyes widen as he hears someone fast approaching in his direction. Beads of sweat appear on his brow as he tries to think of something to avoid contact with this person. Climbing up the tree would take too long and if he runs he's sure to be spotted. His hand tightly grips his sword.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">If worse comes to worse. I might have to use this.</span>He thinks to himself. It's then that another idea hits him. Quickly he picks up a small rock and tosses it to his left. With a thud it hits a tree a few yards away and falls onto a pile of leaves. He can only hope that it would at least get the person to look in the wrong area or be enough to buy him some time.