"Uhh, Sariel's the nation itself. Who are you and where are you from?" Maybe he could him talking, keep him from killing the both of them. He hoped a little in the back of his head that Elk would just run for it, make a break for it, Kall could take it, so he thought. He was starting to feel a little better, and he made a slow, secret move for his rifle, he'd need it if they were going to survive, if they were going to beat this guy and his friend.