"Direct hit."<br/><br/>Glaive headed over to where the sniper was, it appeared he was still alive- a little dazed- but alive. Tyr was busy with his airborne battle and few other pests. The spotlight was on him so Glaive wasn't too worried about coming out into the open.<br/><br/>Arriving where he saw the sniper fall, he looked down at him with a wry smile. "What do we have here? A lone sniper shooting at my comrade?" Glaive said scoffingly and hoisted him up by the collar so his feet dangled in the air. "You made three mistakes. First, you took the job. Second, you came light. This many teammates for us? How insulting. But the worst mistake you made. . . was coming unprepared."<br/><br/>Glaive dropped Kall to the ground so he would land in a sitting position. "Now answer me this: Who sent you?"