Ben sits in his tree, motionless and nearly invisible, watching as the various groups formed. He frowns as a few of the other students take to the trees as well. [i]"They're the priority. I need to take them out so I have space to work."[/i]

John nods and walks alongside Connor before holding an arm out to stop him. He motions about sixty feet ahead where Estella can be seen out in the open. He whispers, "You go right, I'll go left. I'll go just behind her , you stay at ninety degrees from her. We'll fire at the same time, and won't have to worry about hitting each other. Sound good?"

Anthony nods, his eyes returning to their normal shade of brown. "Thank you. Is there anyone in particular you would like to target first?" he asks while approaching the table and picking up a gun.