"Sariel, eh? Do you know where I can fi--" Glaive's sentence was cut short when he felt something hard hit his head. Glaive let out a scream of pain and clutched his head.<br/><br/>"You made a mistake as well, snipers travel in teams." Came the voice of his attacker.<br/><br/>Glaive turned around to see hat it was a fox looking creature.<span style="font-style: italic">Where the hell did this guy come from?</span>Glaive thought. He gave a small grin despite the pain.<br/><br/>"Well then, you must be a lousy shot for a sniper. Coming up close and hitting me with a gun. In case you forgot, snipers use their guns from far away. . . not for whacking people in the head. Unless you expect to fight me head on, I suggest you leave now while you still have legs."