Wes stepped himself back a few inches, eyes locked as 3 made their way to him, one behind the other. As soon as the first came close enough, kicking at his leg with force, hyper extending it the wrong way and slamming the arrow into side of his skull and the wall as he fell forward, impaling him there before the second was already on him before the blood had even begun to hit the ground from the first. He threw a fist into his side, attempting to wind him and throw off his balance before the third had came and they all crashed through the dry wall.<br/><br/>He continued to work heavy fists into the second beast that had landed on top of him, thrashing his body around and finally managing to force him off of him as his eyes scanned the dilapidated room they now occupied, scrambling to make it to back to his feet as the third shifter threw himself against the hunter and shoving them both against the wall. Staring into the beasts eyes as it roared at him, suddenly hearing the muffled sound if gunshots down the hallway, bodies hitting the floor with a heavy thud. And, what was that. A voice?<br/><br/>He hardly had time to question it, having no idea of the other hunter that had been mowing down their numbers before he had even charged through the front door. How hadn't he seen her? All these questions faded as he struggled to push the third shifter off of him, hand against his throat as he gnashed teeth at him and the second shifter had regained his footing. Quickly his free hand moved to the shifters eyes, grinding fingers and nails as deeply as he could, the shifter screaming in agony before he shoved him with as much force as he could muster into the other.<br/><br/>His attention turned to the floor, quickly scanning the rubble and the junk before finding his prize of a discarded crowbar, quickly grabbing and swinging it as hard as he could, lodging it deeply into the skull of the shifter he had blinded, but failing as he tried to pull it back to him to line up another swing at the remaining beast.<br/><br/>He let out an aggravated shout as he quickly charged him, wrapping his arms around his neck and moving his body around to his backside, tightening his grip as the shifter struggled against him, thrashing about and slamming him against the walls, he continued tightening and tightening, twisting as hard as he could until he heard that lovely **SNAP** that was music to his ears, falling on top of beasts body as it crumbled to the ground. Rolling himself off with a heavy sigh and catching his breath, even if just for a moment.<br/><br/>He may not have been as fancy as those organized hunters, obviously better trained and better equipped, but one couldn't argue with results. Sitting himself up, viewing the hole in the wall they created as he caught sight of the hunter at the other end of the hallway as she finished her clip. Look of confusion on the winded mans face, what the hell was she doing here in the first place?