<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Ava didn't need to let forth her comments on his oh so brilliant move, her eyes told the tale and as soon as he caught sight of the bright green eyes that now had them focused in their sights. His inner monologue was screaming daggers at him before she would even have the chance to, as he was freed it became obvious that he didn't escape the close encounter without a few new claw marks across his body, torn through his clothing and leather jacket easily, familiar crimson staining the white undershirt he wore. Despite the new paint, it was amazing he was even alive and in one piece to begin with. <b>WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING </b>his own voice was screaming at him, giving a thankful nod to Ava and wasting no time following her as they both retreated from the water, leaving the beast where it lay. Adrenaline kept him from feeling any of the ill effects of the claw marks covering his upper torso, simple "love scratches" or so he would call them, it was obvious they'd need to be stitched up soon enough, for now the only focus on Wes' mind was keeping alive so there was something to actually stitch up later. His focus was kept on Ava, nearly mirroring her movements perfectly as they ducked and weaved through the towering trees that surrounded them.<br/>
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The sound of The Second Beast was enough to bring a cold sweat forward, despite it's larger size it was no less agile than the first one, long limbs carrying it forward with ease, accustomed to its natural environment and now in a rage, the taste of blood had already been left on its tongue, it's Mate lay dead in a heap, it's wicked blood mixing with the water and staining it. It could smell the mixture of fresh blood flowing from one of The Hunters, and that of it's mate which covered him as well. It was easy enough to zone in on him, howl being unleashed, salivating a mixture of it's own toxic saliva and the blood from it's recent meal, green eyes piercing the night as it huffed angrily forward. Wes could hear it, struggling to come up with his own solutions as well, preferably something that wouldn't be nearly as idiotic as his first plan. It was pure luck he was still on his feet, like a cat with Nine Lives except he was one hundred percent sure he was on his last one at this point after his many moments of Wreckless abandon. <br/>
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When she spoke however, Wes couldn't stop the concerned look on his face, and he had nobody else to blame but himself for the situation they now found themselves in. <i>"Yeah. Fill me in. I'll do it." </i>He didn't need any further explanations from her, if she said she had a plan he wouldn't doubt her. Aside from his own renewed sense of self preservation she had said the magic words, she wouldn't be the one being used as bait and that was all that mattered. Wes was sure Ava could have handled The Beast on her own, but that split second, it overrode every single sense he had. The thought of her somehow being harmed had become completely unacceptable in his mind. Whether it was simply wishing to pay her back for saving his ass with well placed shots earlier or something more remained to be seen, for now all Wes could think of was the tearing of the ground and deep snarls that echoed behind them.<br/>
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As soon as they came back to the original clearing he kept in mind where the rest of his wire was already set up, along with the traps lest either of them end up being crippled at the worst possible time. <i>"Gotcha. Just tell me where I need to be, I'll bring her to you." </i>Quickly scooping up what was left of the spool of Wire he turned his attention to Ava, waiting on her to describe her plan and calming his breathing, wiping mixture of sweat and blood off of his forehead with a small smirk. The Hunter was a strange one, literally going through a cycle some kind of suicidal fearlessness, joyful laughter as they took down the first beast, to crippling fear the moment he saw the second beast and now here he was, excorcising those fears away with a single cocky smile. Whether it was some kind of madness that had completely overtaken him from the near death experience or yet another massive lapse in judgement, nothing could really explain what The Hunter did next.<br/>
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With a swift motion after she had finished explaining, walking up to His Fellow Hunter, pulling her in by the sleeve of her Jumpsuit and. . .planting a kiss right on those tender lips of hers. Perhaps he simply wanted to give her a taste of what The Second Beast was going to enjoy, tested for approval before being sent to the consumer. Or maybe Wes just wanted the taste of a beautiful woman's lips to be the last thing he remembered before he was torn to shreds, or maybe he really had simply gone insane. Perhaps it was simply to make sure she would shoot him instead so he wouldn't have to experience any pain. <i>"Don't miss." </i>They were the only words of explanation that would be given, gleam in his eyes and a click of the cheek given before he was off almost as swiftly as he had planted that kiss on her. Beginning to unroll The Wire and making as much noise as he possibly could, calling out taunts to the beast as he began to make his way back through The Forest, going so far as to strike his own wounds to produce more blood for it to follow and zone in on, The Beasts cries answering him back with each suicidal taunt given.</span>​</div>