Fyroh sighed. "Really? Ouch... poor things. War is terrible... if only there were a better way to earn money..."
Olhal caught Fyroh's eye. "Fyroh..." he muttered. He leant closer, and whispered something to Fyroh for a few moments. Fyroh didn't seem happy with what he was hearing. Olhal, after a few moments of whispering, took a step back. "See what I mean?"
"Shut it, Olhal." Fyroh replied.
Olhal didn't look ready to give up. "Are you SERIOUS?! We've known each other for years, and-"
"I said shut up!!" Fyroh hissed, and delivered a punch straight to the side of Olhals face; who fell to the ground, not expecting it. Olhal didn't retaliate. "Right. If that's the way things are, you don't need me anymore. Have fun." he muttered. As he walked off, he walked past the bush Shana was hiding behind. He suddenly turned. "Go on, turn to the rebels, Fyroh! I don't give a **** what happens to your brother anymore!!" He punched the air, sending a fist-sized fireball at Fyroh. Luckily, Fyroh managed to dodge it, and it vanished before it hit anything else. Olhal seethed with fury and set off down the path.