While the stranger was creeping forward, Drevin slowly made his way around the right side of the faux encampment, his axe drawn and in his hand. The short man had time to contemplate the blood pounding in his temples as Riesig seemed to burst out of the fire pit in slow motion. "Not yet Drev." He crouched near a bush and gripped the handle of the axe tightly enough to feel the grain biting into his skin. When he hears the man call out for backup his senses caught fire and he searched evenly across the clearing for the new enemy. If he sees him or if the enemy steps forward at the callout, Drevin would throw his axe at the new foe.
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