[Gretin]

OOC: Ok, here I go:

IC:

Abhay was swiftly making his way back to the village; he had been away on a scouting mission (which had been fruitless) for what seemed like weeks, even though he knew he had only been away for two days. He was a little worried about what his superiors would have to say when he informed them of the lack of success he'd had in his mission, but he was more worried about just getting home.
Then, suddenly, he saw a flash of yellow light rise up into the air in the distance. He stopped momentarily, his mind racing. Whatever it was, he knew it was trouble, and he decided he had better investigate it.
He broke into a run, carefully avoiding anything on the ground that would make his footsteps louder, and keeping behind cover as much as possible; he was used to this sort of thing.
He was getting closer, when he suddenly heard voices not far away. He instantly dropped to the ground, then listening for them, he started crawling stealthily along the ground towards them, but making sure he wouldn't be seen. He came up to a bank, and cautiously peeped over the top of it.
'I asked you a question soldier!'
Abhay quickly dropped back down behind the bank. Industrials! He had only seen three of them there, but who knew how many else were hidden. He started moving away, hoping the look-out slig hadn't noticed him...