When Gallan sensed that someone was approaching, he turned around quickly, wanting to deal with whatever it was, but when he saw Silva and Drake, he stepped back in fright.
"You don't seem happy to see me, Gallan," Silva said.
"Taking the fact that you and Drake are the ones coming for me, there is no way I'd be happy," Gallan said and got into a fighting pose.
His eyes shifted from Silva to Drake every second, trying to see who would attack first.
He shifted back slowly, trying to put a lot of distance between them. He wanted to assess his situation as best as he could before he engaged.
But then he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Gallan leaped in actual fright. He turned around and saw that it was Silva standing behind him.
He looked at the Silva with Drake and then the one behind him. "Seriously? Clones, master?" Gallan asked.
