Orguss' was surprised by Suriel's comments, although the actual information did not phase him. He was well aware of where the shot was going to come from, along with the other three that would follow. One to the right, 60 degrees up. another from behind at 50 degrees, and then the final one, above him coming straight down. All of the shots left beautiful sparks sizzling through the air, and the bullets seemed to vanish once struck. After the five rounds, there was silence in the forest, before the shuffled of leaves was heard, and a hooded figure leaped gracefully down to the ground behind them. The figure chuckled softly before lifting the hood, revealing a similar pair of red goggles that Orguss wore. "Your fourth shot was sloppy! You're lucky I didn't shoot you in the head where you stood." Orguss sighed and shook his head at the familiar sight. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I've been too busy on the field. Fighting a war." The other figure chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Fair enough. Now, let's get you to the outpost..." He began to walk, and Orguss followed, beckoning Suriel to do likewise.