Anthea was ready to fight, but let her guard down as a strange girl shielded her. She could tell right away her rescuer wasn’t human. A gut feeling. It could also be the fact that Anthea always could spot the difference between humans and nonhumans. It so something more to do with the soul than anything else.<br/>Fighting hunters wasn’t a good idea, they come back with a larger group, then harass that person until that same person is dead. Anthea didn’t care if the stranger wanted to fight them or not, she preferred not to be around when the stranger fought them. Dragging a random person into Anthea's mess, was never her goal. She rather die than have some stranger save her. Guess they both had a death wish.<br/>The two hunters exchanged glances, they appeared to believe Lilith's words but of course, males had to prove they are the toughest beings in the world. One of the hunters smiled and the older hunter gave a small laugh, taking a step closer.<br/><br/>"Look sweet lips, step aside, we just want the witch. She is a criminal. I don't think you want to include yourself in this mess. I don't believe in harming such a sweet face. If you get in my way, I will screw your face up, that's a promise. You beating us? Come on! You're half the size of us." The older hunter sneered.<br/><br/>Anthea snored, staring into their eyes. "Believe it! I've seen her take out bigger men than you. I don't think you want to lose your pride, do you? Take a look around. Everyone's watching, that includes nice looking women. Or maybe you like having your ass kicked by women, so you look like sissies. My friend is not someone you would take on, she's almost killed people in fights before. She has left several of them hospitalized. I heard once, she even paralyzed a man. But if you still want to fight her, go right ahead!" Anthea added to Lilith's thread. It was all lies, Anthea knew nothing about her.<br/>The hunters back away, peering at each other again. They nodded to each other before turning and walking away.<br/>"Sorry." They both muttered at the same time.<br/><br/>Anthea rubbed her cheek, which was stinging with pain. Glancing back down at the ground, Anthea uttered a quick thanks. She hoped her savior required no payments for her heroic deeds, since the witch had little to give. If Lilith demanded some form of payment, Anthea could work something out....or move away.