Giles holds up both hands, a sign that both should be quiet. Closing his eyes, he focuses all of his remaining senses on taking in the area around them. Those were definitely noises in the bushes.

Third Party soldiers could be heard thanks to their wings - they brushed against the trees and underbrush as they moved, and the sounds of feather meeting plant were different than the sounds of skin or metal meeting plant.

Whoever...whatever was watching them was low to the ground.

If they were villagers, there were a lot of them - there were a great many footstep sounds, coming from...

...every direction.

Why would villagers surround them like they were even now being surrounded?

Heart pounding, Giles opens his eyes. His voice, when he speaks, is a whisper. A nervous, even scared, whisper.

"Stand up. Get ready.

A great many four legged somethings have us targeted."

So saying, he pulled his pistol out of its holster and began to check it over even as he slowly got to his feet.