A noncommittal shrug was the answer to the tall harvester's question. Viktor had never seen the mutant before, but he was damn glad that he had come along when he did. "Never met the guy, nope." He returned to a stand near the others, leaving the side of the dead bear. Rock Hammer's proclamation of his plans to eat the bear prompted Viktor to shoot a question in return to the harvesters. "Don't suppose you folks need any food back home? There's a<span style="font-style: italic">lot</span>to go around." He could likely handle bringing back one bear to where he lived, but more than that wouldn't be very efficient. The meat would spoil before it could be used up, and the sheer weight of the beasts made dragging any more than a single one a huge pain. For a bigger settlement, it might not be much of a problem, but the town Viktor was hunting for wasn't a bustling city.<br/><br/>He turned when he heard approaching footsteps. Another newcomer, Scott, was headed towards the group. The facial coverings were understandably a bit worrying. Viktor's brows furrowed ever-so-slightly at the sight of him coming along, but his casual stride suggested no ill intent. Trying his luck, Viktor waved with his free hand, the other still holding onto his arrowgun. The inert weapon, while rather threatening in appearance, was unable to do anything with its air pressure released. He was about to speak to him, but the sound of screams in the distance caught his attention. They sounded like a child's. An immediate sense of urgency struck him, and he dropped the arrowgun to the ground, bolting forward. Three of the hunters, on noticing him break into a run, immediately followed.<br/><br/>As he scrambled over the hill and towards the edge of the clearing, a hand went over his shoulder, grabbing the wooden stock of an empty assault rifle. The sling it was attached to, looped over his torso, slid across his vest and was moved by the pull, now laying against the back of his neck. His other hand went to his belt, grabbing a mostly-full magazine of 5.56 ammunition. The mag was put into the gun, and after the charging handle was pulled back, he gripped the rifle tightly and kept moving. During his run, he mumbled a quiet<span style="font-style: italic">"Son of a bitch"</span>to himself. One of those bears, he guessed, was still causing trouble.<br/><br/>By the time the bear's snarls came into audible distance, Viktor had caught sight of the monstrosity attacking a tree. A view of Inga, as well as her request for aid, was all it took to kick Viktor into action. He shouted, loudly, as he and the hunters approached. "Hey!" He barked out at the bear, taking aim and shooting it in the jaw with his gun. "Over here!" The other hunters made some noise as well. Whether they were just yelling or insults varied, but after Viktor took another shot, they all opened fire. Their bullets weren't particularly large or exceptionally powerful, but even if they didn't kill the thing, they were hoping they could drive it off.<br/><br/>The sound of incoming barking prompted a hunter to try to ask Viktor a question. His only response was to tell him to shut up and keep shooting, which he did. A hail of gunfire was rained down on the mutant ursine, all the shots focused and well-aimed, but rapid enough to hopefully prevent it from recovering and charging them.