Donelda stood her ground, panting heavily as her chest strained against the tight confines of her leather tunic and woolen coat. The hunter still approached her, his gate seeming calculated with its slow stride. One strong forearm lurched out as he bent it behind him.<br/><br/>The hunter withdrew a well crafted cross bow, silver and light it was easily folded against his body. But now it clanked against the archer bracer formidably. Not only was the bow for long range but it soon occurred to Donelda that it doubled as a short sword. The front of the crossbow narrowed into a point before extending into a weapon that would make close range fighterâ??s envious. Though, it made the weapon top heavy it allowed the handler versatility.<br/><br/>Donelda froze as he withdrew an arrow knowing her speed wouldnâ??t carry her away, or towards him in time. She was stuck in the open with no cover until the flash  lit up the night behind her causing a distraction.<br/><br/>The man paused after he loaded his weapon, his confident stride coming to a stop. The hooded figured turned his head towards the new intruder, his weapon still steady on the wolf. A deep voice dripped through the silence, soothing and thick like honey. â??Turn back, younger..â? was his simple request.<br/><br/>Time hung still as the tension increased between the trio.