(Cay)<br/><br/>the morning was difficult to say the least. Yesterday was already a cluster of one revelation after another, but new day brought entirely new set of challenges for Anton. Breakfast was eaten fast and brought a nauseating feeling in stomach from the large chunks of meat he barely had time to chew. That was the least of his concerns, biggest one was the uneasy feeling that he was being watched with almost unreal expectations. Townsfolk gazed at him with both suspicion and fear... and with good reason. Hunters such as him were rarely if ever brought before court for their deeds and corpses they left behind. Sure, not every bounty hunter was cold-blooded murderer but it was not uncommon for them to be 'overlooked' for what they did. Sanctioned killers... that was their greeting card, blind and bloody justice that cares not for motives as long as they got their bounty for the head... often taken literally. They did country's dirty work, something that local law enforcement could never do. From time to time, one or two would be brought before the judge if they became too reckless but the same judge gave them laughable judgement.<br/><br/>Anton was not innocent. Though his hand did not twitch so fast, he still considered himself a soldier, a necessary evil to bring down bigger one. His hands were already stained all the way up to elbows in blood, sometimes in blood of those who were wrongly convicted... but it did not matter. Bounty was collected, body delivered, sometimes alive, sometimes dead and he slept the dream of righteous. Because of this, townsfolk feared man such as him, knowing well that there is nothing to fear as long as their heads do not end up on the paper with words "Wanted - dead or alive" underneath. Still... they wondered, still they silently feared and looked away as soon as he would turn gaze toward them. But they feared witch more... they feared forces beyond their comprehension and those who can bend elements and luck at will, for most believed witches were consorting with devil. Superstition... even after all these years, it was never truly uprooted. There were also those who believed that witches are but another stage on evolutionary ladder for humanity, a new breed of superior humans who did not need to fear the nature and its wrath... Perhaps that is true, perhaps not. Whatever the case is, Anton only knew the story of those witches who willingly spread fear and death in their waking, drunk with power, lusting for more... it never occurred to him that a witch could possibly be good.<br/><br/>But then a thought occurred. Anton knew well just how complex mind is and someone who can navigate in his would need but a snap of fingers to make him twitch and kick in sleep until foam bursts from his mouth and he chokes on his own breath. So why did this woman gave him a choice? She could've killed him and yet she didn't. Was she telling the truth? Were those words really meant to simply warn him and divert his path long enough for her to escape? The normal life she spoke of... heh... how could he ever know what it is like when his life was spent doing the bloody job? It must be a trick. That was his reasoning, that was his entire drive.<br/><br/>This search was going nowhere... Fear and adrenaline filled the air and the bounty hunter walked among the streets, constantly looking, constantly searching, comparing those remotely similar to wanted woman with the bounty list he held in hand. Everyone missed something, either hair was different, too tall, too short, too fat... It was endless loop but then he heard the scream. He folded paper and placed it into pocket and with hastened steps reached looked across the street where young woman shouted 'Witch!'. Eyes darted around, looking until he saw the face... There was no question about it.<br/><br/>"Hey!" Anton shouted loud at woman, lifting crossbow and aimed at her "Hold it!"