<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes continued to scramble on his hands an knees, even after the first shot had rang out. He had been far too close to these things all night, even if one of the times was caused by an absolute break down in whatever thinking process The Hunter had going on in that muddled brain of his. Was he really that eager for death he would take it no matter how it came? Did he not excorcise those demons a few days ago? Nothing The Hunter did made any sense, from his planning, to his demeanor, seemingly flipping on a dime. Or perhaps he was simply addicted to the sick thrill that came with this line of work, how many other people could say they'd taken down a pair of mythical creatures in the same night with a few well placed bullets and barbed wire? Wes finally stopped, rolling onto his back to see The Hideous creature before him, and the new holes it bore in it's skull.<br/>
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He shared the same fear, that The Beast would reanimate for one more fatal swing of Talons before finally giving into it's wounds. Thankfully that moment didn't come, and Wes let his body lay flat on the ground, panting completely out of breath, and his body on fire from the exhaustion of running. <i>"Me estoy volviendo demasiado viejo para esta mierda. . ." </i>he muttered under his breath, content to lay there and regroup for the time being. Of all of the brain dead, stupid things he had done with his life, agreeing to come to the middle of nowhere and nearly get slaughtered by a pair of Grunches had to at least be the most fun. Weak laughter was given between breaths before his eyes opened and he glanced over to his Green Eyed Guardian Angel. <i>". . .you and me both." </i>He huffed out of exhaustion before slowly taking her offered hand and making it back to his feet. No jokes were cracked this time, simply nodding and following her as they slowly made their way back to her vehicle, hands on his waist and slowly working his heart rate back to normal.<br/>
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Once they were back, placing the empty pistol and his sheathed Hunting Knife nearly on the floor board, leaning up against the vehicle was a satisfied sigh and closing his eyes. Enjoying the sweet smell of nature around them. . .even if it was tainted by The Blood of the creature that found itself on his body. When Ava spoke however, giving a raise of the brow before looking down at the claw marks that tore their way through leather of his Jacket and the shirt beneath. Truth be told, he had completely forgotten he hadn't escaped without a few new souvenirs, despite using them to his advantage to lure The Beast. Her words bringing an amused huff from him and a small half smile as he let the ruined jacket slide off his shoulders, and pulled up bloody white undershirt so they could both survey the damage done, turning around slowly to see if any on his back required attention as well. The Hunter kept in shape, that much was made abundantly clear, several small scars and healed bullet wounds already painting the canvas hidden under thin sheen of blood on his flesh. <i>"Not exactly my smartest plan...can't argue with results though." </i>As much as he wanted to crack a smile the burn of the peroxide meeting his wounds kept it at bay.<br/>
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As she worked on him however, he began stealing glances her way, to those eyes of hers. The poor boy simply had a weakness for them, along with that smile that showed itself every once in a blue moon. <i>"Think I'll be good. . ." </i>it was obvious he was distracted enough already. Even Wes didn't know what the hell he was thinking, maybe it was his renewed confidence after the eventful week he'd had, maybe being so close to death made him simply savor the little moments a bit more. Or maybe he was just a sucker for a beautiful woman who knew her way around a gun, the possibilities were endless it seemed. Wes reached for the bottle, but immediately held it out to her, she <i>did </i>say she needed a drink. And ever the Gentleman, Wes would provide with a small half grin and leaning himself against the vehicle more to get comfortable and allow her better access to the more hard to reach wounds. <i>"Yeah, back there was crazy. Two right? Who would have thought." </i>That smile was tugging at the corners of his lips, he knew exactly what was coming, even lightly letting his tongue lick his lips a little bit as the memory came easily. For the moment, Wes playing it off as if he had no idea what Ava was talking about. Her lips held a sweetness that was hard to put a finger on, split second of warmth as their bodies met and the lingering sensation that held after he broke the kiss to begin luring The Beast.<br/>
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Wes couldn't help himself as she continued, letting his glance focus on her as she spoke, nodding slowly letting brows raise as if he was actually <i>surprised </i>to hear the words she spoke. <i>"You're probably right." </i>He simply agreed, letting his shirt fall back down regardless if she had put her finishing touches back down or not, eyes staring deeply into hers, and almost making it seem as if he was about to lean forward and tempt fate again, hand moving up as if it was about to gently palm the side of her face, before simply removing a stray leaf that had found itself lodged in her hair. Amused huff given as he flicked the offending intruder away from the two if them and went to retrieve his ruined jacket. <i>"Understood....now about those drinks." </i>He gave a grin her way, tossing the ruined jacket to hang over his shoulder and making his way over to the passenger side of The Vehicle. He desperately needed a hot shower and a change of clothing, maybe the word of God to get his dirty mind back on the path to righteousness. Remembering her words about the various Churches that affiliated with different orders, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to look one up, the concept of a steady stream of weaponry and artifacts was tempting. But Lord knew The Poor Boys soul was beyond "saving." <i>"Should stop back at The Cannibal Motel real quick. Then we can find the first bar out in this little slice of nowhere and make their night. . .first rounds on me."</i>​</div>