Olhal snapped alert again, recognising the two voices. Putting his finger over his mouth as to indicate Shana to be quiet, he pulled out his guns, and crept towards the bush he heard it come from; and leaned over, catching sight of both of them, ready to shoot. "You again, traitor!! About to kill me, eh? Ready to pounce, until your little friend who was looking for me earlier interrupted, I take it? Both squabbling about who's going to assassinate me just because I left Fyroh?" He seemed to be pulling the story out of nowhere, but thats what he seriously thought of the situation.
Fyroh growled. "I'm seriously considering it. Take another step and this bullets for your head!!" To prove he wasn't joking, he fired a shot that wasn't to hit the intruder, but soared past him instead, barely missing.