[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Matthiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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He wasn't entirely certain if 'a hunting party trying to find Miina's brother' entirely fit with [i]worse[/i] or not, but he was almost insulted that the thing making it all go wrong right at the start wasn't even related to their current mission. He had pulled Chisato along with him off to the side, able to easily observe what was going on without getting caught in any crossfire, purely on the hope that there might be some way to turn it around to their gain. Instead—

Shots rang out as the Skaeller force opened fire on the shocked Valheimer hunting party, one of the hounds dropping to the snow in a heap. As much as he would have preferred that everything stayed completely quiet, as with everything, the best-case scenario was an impossibility—and now they had to make sure the hunting party wouldn't be able to call back in to whichever of the forward bases they were operating from. Furthermore, if he had to guess, it would leave them on a yet-more truncated timetable; even without the assumption of foul play, if a single party like this was confident enough to range so apparently far away from their bases, then either they were absolute fools [i]or[/i] the invaders were plenty comfortable with their current surroundings. Assuming the worst, then, it would stand to reason that if there was no contact at all a search party may go out to determine what happened, on higher guard than the first.

Which would, of course, give them plenty of opportunity to cross paths with a small force of Skaeller raiders.

[color=#b3ccff]"Chisato, let's help them mop this mess up quickly,"[/color] he grumbled. [color=#b3ccff]"Take down anybody you see with a radio first, we don't want their handlers getting wind of this yet."[/color] Pistol drawn, he sprinted towards where Rudolf had just announced himself, before rising over the ridge and firing at whichever of the closest few invaders looked to be carrying the most gear.