From beyond the trees and down the road, the sound of indistinct voices started coming closer. Kiral took out his weapon as a gun, and readied himself. He didn't want to fight anymore if he can help it, but he will if he had to. Through the thick brushes, Kiral could see a large, fully wooden carriage, and a loud voice could be heard from within. The carriage stopped just on the other side of the trees and brushes from them. "I don't give a (censored) what happened! You were supposed to kill them on sight!" Suddenly, a loud bang and a hole emerged from the carriage. The headless body of a soldier fell out of the carriage, the top of his armour and flesh torn and destroyed. Suddenly, the muzzle of a shotgun stuck out alongside a hand and a shirtless human in camo BDU's stepped out. He wore tall, black boots, a head band, and had dreads, though he was clearly not of African decent. "Lardass! You're in charge of these (censored) of soldiers, now! And if you or any of your men fail us again and come back running, expect me to fill you with more lead than that (censored), Farwell!" The man jumped onto a horse and rode with one hand, while his HS10 was at the ready against his right shoulder. Kiral had held his breath when he had seen the man and his weapon, not letting it out until the man and the soldiers were completely out of sight. He nearly gasped heavily for air as he collapsed against a tree, "That old bastard. He brought back military personnel. Son of a bitch, this is going to be impossible."