When the man on horseback 'dismissed' Shane, the ranger stood his ground, watching the exchange of words between this assassin, Cain, and the Rider. The wink given by the assassin put the mercenary more on edge than the Rider did.<em>'What does this trickster know?'</em><br/><br/>And when Cain mentioned the refugees, Shane followed his gaze, noting there were still footprints of the travelers he had sent down this path... Anger welled up, as gloved hands reached for hidden daggers to throw, closing around the handles. But the edge in Cain's voice lent a note of caution to the subconscious of the Ranger, who let go of the blades.<br/><br/>At the instantaneous reappearance of the shadowed form, the Ranger took a step back, more for steadying himself than to run away. With a shocked expression, he watched the shadow pounce... and years of skill took over as within the blink of an eye he freed his bow, notched an arrow and fired at a guard, catching the man in the throat with the projectile. There was a gargling sound, then the man slid off his horse to the ground, dead. A second arrow followed, and soon a third, into the now moving but still shocked troops.