<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">As he stared his own reflection down in the beasts teeth, Wes couldn't help but give a grin of his own, knife held tightly in his hand and fully prepared the meet The Beast, even on his back terribly outmatched it was the concept of a challenge and a good death that drove him, even if it did mean he wouldn't be the one putting a bullet into Dresdens skull soon enough he'd be down in Hell telling stories of how he went down fighting The Beast to his last breath with nothing but a good knife and his fists. Glorious, if indeed extremely gorey. <i>"Come on!" </i>He shouted at The Beast, encouraging him forward prepared to meet his premature death before Ava's shots rang out, the beasts blood splattering forward over his body as it unleashed unholy screeches of pain. For that split moment, he had completely forgotten he wasn't alone for once, so caught up in The Chase and staring down The Grunch that he had forgotten there was a Green Eyed Guardian Angel with a rifle and fantastic aim watching over his suicidal ass. The other two shots digging into its hide was music to his ears before it scattered away hollering up a storm as it disappeared into the darkness of The Woods and he exhaled in relief, glancing upwards and giving a grin as That Green Eyed Angel hurried over to him with a clever remark and a helping hand offered out.<br/>
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He gave a grunt as he accepted the help, pulling himself up and quickly going about searching for his lost sidearm and discarded shotgun. <i>"Yeah, hides weak underneath, limbs are thin too if we can get a good shot on one of em' should keep the little Bastard from running. Eyes don't look protected either." </i>Bringing a hand to knock against his eyebrow for a moment or two and letting his hand motion a gun firing. <i>"Let's get this lil' bugger." </i>His tone of voice held an infectious excitement in it, almost like a kid in a candy store. Adrenaline and his heart were pumping on all cylinders and that gleam in his eye told the whole story. He was actually enjoying this entire shit show, his mind wasn't focused on Dresden, Elyse, Vampires and the shifters that now served him. None of the memories that served to haunt his dreams were present and he moved quickly, clearing the jam in the Remington and quickly reloading his last two shells, finding his sidearm and making sure the bullet was still chambered before sheathing his knife and running forward after her with a weapon in each hand. As the beast had smelled the blood of an incoming kill so too did Wes, both of them hot on it's trail ready to deliver the final blows in victory and get the hell out of this place. When they came across the pond, he cursed at the exact same time she did, eyes darting over the water and to the far ends of the bank. The eerie quiet that now surrounded them throwing his senses into overdrive.<br/>
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<i>"Think you're right. If it's smart enough to find water to throw off the trail ringing the dinner bell again isn't gonna be an option." </i>Immediately the gears began to flow in his mind, various hair brained schemes involving zero self preservation running a mile a minute as he began to turn around, opening his mouth to speak and begin running ideas to her for consideration before he caught sight of the eyes just above The Water. Wes hardly had time to react, watching the beast lurch forward effortlessly with those teeth and claws ready to drag either of them down into the murky depths never to rise, quickly he raised the barrel of the shotgun and fired, struggling to control the recoil from the one armed shot but managing to plant most of the buckshot directly into the beasts side, earning a deafening roar of pain from The Beast as it fell forward, just as before flailing wildly and attempting to regain its bearings before Wes threw the last bit of common sense he had out the window. The Beast was still much too close for comfort, no longer to him, but to Ava, any swipe of those claws with how close he was could maim and injure and he wasn't about to let it happen. With his own battle cry rushing forward and putting all of his weight into his charge, shoving himself into The Beasts side and forcibly tackling it onto it's side. The Beast snarling viciously and eyes locked on the absolute maniac that had zero regards to his own safety. The Handgun still held in his other hand as he shoved it into The Beasts side, point blank as close as he could be to The Wounds the buckshot and Ava had created earlier and letting the entire clip unload into it, Wince of pain as The Beasts cries rang in his ears, still struggling and swiping, rolling with The Hunters momentum as he crashed into it before coming to rest ontop of him, one last shriek given, and clawed hand reaching into the air ready to bring it down into The Foolish Hunter until the clip of the handgun had fully unloaded itself past it's rough exterior and embedded contents deep within The Beast.<br/>
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After the shots had died down, the same eerie quietness fell back over The Pond and The Woods that surrounded them. The Beast lay there, motionless as the claw fell to the ground, deep red eyes locked open still, and blood dripping from its mouth. No sign on The Hunter was shown hidden underneath The Beast, and it had become completely unclear if The Blood that coated the Beast was its own or The Foolish Hunters sacrificing himself simply to bring The Beast down in a blaze of glory. It all had happened in the blink of an eye, and now all there was a corpse and the stillness that surrounded it. Several moments being passed in silence before the corpse began to shift, and a hand found itself reaching outwards just below it. <b>Loose Cannon. Impulsive. Wreckless.</b><br/>
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<i>"You going to sit there all pretty? Or are you going to give me a hand with this thing?"</i><br/>
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Despite being stuck under The Corpse Wes somehow maintained that infuriating smirk of his, breathing quickly and trying to stifle his laughter as he struggled to pull himself from under the dead weight of The Beast on top of him. Adrenaline pumping through his Veins and even giving a playful punch to The Beasts jaw, giving a grimace as his hand was coated in Thick left over saliva and quickly shaking his hand off as managed to pull himself out enough to try and find Avas face, see if the same look of horrified amazement was on hers as well. They had actually done it. Killed a beast that didn't exist <b>AND </b>managed to keep the poor bait in one piece, for the most part. <i>"See? Not so scary. Jesus Christ the odor though." </i>He managed to chuckle a bit before that smile was wiped off his face in an instant. A deep, almost earth moving growl breaking his attention away from her, followed by a howl, much deeper, <b>much louder </b>than the ones that had come before it.<br/>
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It was the sickening sound of bloody meat meeting the ground that caused him to look to the bank east of them, from where they had came. Instead of red, glowing green eyes now stared at both of them, fresh blood and flesh staining its teeth, in front of it was a clear leg haunch from their bait. And it stood at nearly The Size of The Cattle as well, deep rumble echoing in it's chest, snarl given as it inhaled their scents and stepped over the bloody snack that it had been enjoying, moving into the water slowly, eyes not leaving them as it gave one last almost taunting huff their way before disappearing under The Water, the last thing to go the razor sharp spines that lined its back. It suddenly became clear why the mutilated livestock had become a problem, it wasn't the work of simply one beast. But instead a Mated pair, and now Wes was trapped beneath the corpse of her mate.<br/>
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<b>Loose Cannon. Impulsive. Wreckless.</b><br/>
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Those words had come back to bite him in a big way, Ava was right. He didn't plan farther ahead than what was in front of his face at the time, and he ended up paying for it dearly Ninety Percent of the time. <i>"Anytime would be fantastic!" </i>Wes began to scramble under The Beast, desperately trying to free himself as he heard The Water begin to become disturbed as The Beasts huge form moved underneath the surface slowly towards them.​</div>