"Let's hide," Neju's companion whimpered, terrified.
"No! They'd find us. Follow me." Neju started off, skirting the clearing, going away from the direction of the villagers' temporary camp.
The god-men fired four times in the direction of their flight. The shots came at short, measured intervals, and they struck in a fan-like arc. The nearest one snapped by Neju's ear with a loud popping noise.
"This way!" the god-man cried excitedly crashing after his prey. He was joined by the others, all running heavily, and the air was filled with their coarse explosive curses.
Neju and the hunter ran for what seemed a long time, the noise of pursuit still loud behind them. Then the noise ceased.
Neju stopped, puzzled, breathing heavily. On the other side of a small clump of viny scarbj, there was the sound of god-men's voices.
"They might be leading us into a trap," the one said.
There was assent.
"They must be near. I don't hear 'em runnin' any more. Over that way. Let's spray that whole damn section!"
Their weapons began to hiss.