Matthew kept his eyes on Asher, waiting for an answer. Asher took one last, careful survey of the area, his gaze sharp and calculating.
He assessed the enemy's numbers, then looked at his team. "That's a lot of them. We won't be able to face them head-on," he muttered under his breath before glancing at Finn. "You've got a flare gun, don't you? Hand it over."
Finn blinked, thrown off by the sudden request. "A...flare gun? Wait, how did you even know I had that with me?"
Matthew raised an eyebrow, equally surprised. "A flare gun? Where did you get that, Finn?"
Finn looked at them both, not entirely sure what was happening but reaching into his pack. "It's part of my survival kit. I always… How do you even know about it, Asher?" he demanded, shaking his head slightly as he handed over the small, bright-red device.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!