[Dark Elite_H2]

"I've dealt with these beasts before. Ambushing them is a slight advantage to do, but remember; there are 'varks with them as well. Double the strength, and double the hurt," Slogann reminded, looking back quickly to the direction of where Sly took off.
"And we'll need all the help we can get,"
Sly continued to trek through the sopped leaved and grass dampened by the steady rain. He climbed up a slippery slope, and he was closer to the factory.
"Well...atleast I know I'll be safe..." Sly mumbled to himself. He heard a shuffle of leaves nearby, right next to him. He snapped his head to his side, and stared widely with red-orange glowing eyes. He saw a Slig, holding down a pair of thermal binoculars, staring at him as well. He felt the need to reach for his rifle, but it was a Slig. What harm could come to him? (It's Trigger, BTW)
"Who are you?" Sly asked calmly.