Scott, hearing the screams at the same time, hesitates for a second. The same thoughts rush through his mind...<span style="font-style: italic">What's in it for me..?</span>Then he ignores it and rushes off after this hunter, pulling the old mag out of his rifle and shoving in a fresh one. He's almost afraid of what he'll find. A gored child strewn across a clearing? Some new beast that only mimics a child?<br/><br/>Whatever it is, this group of ten large and fierce looking men should be able to take it. Then there's Scott, small, but still fierce looking. Possibly. More... Mysterious looking. But still.<br/><br/>He came upon the scene before him with the rest of the hunting party. Figuring if enough rounds go into something, it must die, he opens fire on the bear as well. The silenced rounds are not very loud or menacing,<span style="font-style: italic">chichichichichichichink</span>, but they're fast and powerful, all hitting the monster, first across its flank, then mostly into its head. As the thirty round magazine runs dry, he shrugs back the rifle for his small, but much louder handgun.<span style="font-style: italic">POP, POP, POPOP, POP</span><br/><br/>It roars horrifically, its fur now matted with blood and his mug distorted from the hundreds of bullets being drilled into it across its entire being. But it backs up, staggering under the barrage, then stumbles back and rolls onto its flank. As the sounds of gunfire slowly die off, the beast lets go a long breath of air from its lungs. This causes another quick burst of gunfire from the less experienced hunters, but Scott knows that that is only the muscles in the bear's lungs relaxing in death. The beast has been slain. Not efficiently, perhaps, but it was done.<br/><br/>In the heat of the fight, Scott had grown far too warm beneath his mask and hood, and after looking around at the clearing he figures it's safe to take them off. He pulls his mask down to sit across his neck, and the goggles up to rest on the bill of his hat, then pushes back his hood. This reveals the gruff, but young man beneath them. His beard is shaved into a rough goatee so the mask seals properly. His hair is rough and untrimmed, growing slightly long. Blinking, he rubs his eyes. He can still feel the rings and imprint the mask left across his features. As he looks up, it's possible for some to note an ingrained sadness behind his eyes, but he has the grin any young man would have after a large kill such as this, even if it was shared.