(Cay)<br/>The night turned out to be less and less about getting that bounty and more about actual hunt. As Anton approached one of the body he inspected the injuries that caused poor sod's premature death. It's not just the lucky shot, that much he was absolutely certain about. Man was well trained, muscled, equipped... a mercenary in true sense if there ever was one... and he was taken down with a single slash. Fingers traversed over the cut on man's skin and it made him think. This is not a lethal wound... no one would die from just this cut, let alone a man with military training. It narrowed options down to possibly poisonous blade... this 'witch' is skilled, perhaps she was an assassin no longer sanctioned by the Royal family, turned renegade. Not the first time it happened and he stopped considering this woman as just another 'heretic'. She is lethal in her own right which means his approach needs to change as well. He pressed on, followed the trails she left behind. Night is still present and his pace slowed down to conserve the energy. There is no point in running after her... even if she does, she will eventually get tired and will have to sit down and after a fight like this likelihood of her finding a suitable place to sleep is high. He just needs to be patient and pedantic.<br/><br/>With normal steps and crossbow in his arms, he continued walking through the forest, occasionally taking few moments to rest. She will have to go to nearest populated area or risk dying of exposure... forest is not kind to unprepared. As the morning approached so did he continued, relentless in his pursuit but careful with steps. He no longer put effort in covering his own approach... if anything she should know that he is coming if she didn't so far. Occasional snapping of twigs was not as painful to his ears as it would usually be during the hunt.<br/><br/>But then... the cry. That is no cry of a wild animal, she had to be somewhere near. It gave Anton just a general direction but it couldn't tell him exactly where she is. He made his crossbow ready, leaning it on his shoulder as left hand unfastened a leather strip that held short sabre that hung on hunter's belt. Finger moved a cloth over his face, covering much of it except for the eyes. She is near... every instinct in him screamed that she is close... but where? He looked around, left and right but didn't bother to look up. At this point, she is likely to hear him... but how should he approach? A threat? No, whatever he would say she probably already heard from men who fell before her. It is unlikely that she will respond to his threats. What about reason? Surely he can reason her to stop this and surrender willingly... but then again if reason was involved she wouldn't be hunted. All he could promise is delivery to the Prince and that meant her death, though torture would likely come first... and she values her life greatly. There should be a town nearby, just outside of the forest... Perhaps she is trying to get there.<br/><br/>"You know this won't stop." Anton said in deep voice, enough to be heard in vicinity but not too far, eyes kept looking around, trying to locate her. He didn't want to warn her of his presence by echo of loud voice if she is a bit further away "Why don't you make it easy for both of us and surrender?"