Otto stayed low to the ground, making sure Alva was behind him. They eventually arrived at an overlook watching over the cave system. Otto got down prone to take a look, spying nobody at first.
Otto nodded, his frame bringing the gun back to lay beside the man. He followed, aware of his surroundings. He was a bit dismayed with the tiny find, and started growing impatient, but still keeping hi discipline.
(I know, that's fine. German curse words wouldn't really be ideal on BYC.) The man loaded his revolver, but Otto wasted no more time. He knew it would be annoying to hide the body, but he didn't want Alva hurt or dead. He fired his bow, hitting the man in the head, making him fall down dead. He...
The man spit at her, pointing a revolver at her. He roared "Because I live here!"
Otto looked at disgrace at the mans behavior to such a fine woman, and aimed at him.
Otto replied "We are lucky now. A few years back, an avian flu swept the area. Half of us died." He stopped , noticing the glare of a gun about a hundred yards in front of them. He grabbed her arm forcefully and tugged her into the bush, as soon as a shot was fired.
Otto replied a bit proudly back, "My father was one, so he taught me. At age seven I began. He was unfortunately not fit to be a quiet scout, and died when he tried charging a group of humans." He smiled at her, to conceal his sadness.