The man shot the rifle again, aiming for the woman. Zmerr smacked his forehead and drew his hand down his face in frustration. "Look. you're not using it right and you're only wasting power. Hand me the gun. I know how to do damage."

Zmerr held his hand up for the man to place the gun in it, but he doubted he actually would. He kept his gaze focus on the two in front of them. This little fishing trip had turned out to be quite chaotic. With the fox-like one shouting, Zmerr knew the animals would run off and he would be forced to take from his winter supplies or go hungry for the night. His stomach growled. He really didn't want to do either.