Artimer was loving it the stealth, the excitement, the victory. Now the chase. he hear the human and her pathetic attempts at what she calls running through woods. To his ears she was more or less just trumping through. Deciding that it would be a horrible rap, not only on himself but also the entire infiltration unit, he lead away from the camp. Further and deeper into the darkened forest, he would kill her, possibly feast, then rejoin the fighting before anyone thought otherwise. He ran on, he had the limitless energy of his kind, she would tire soon. When he was sure they were far enough from the battle that if she screamed no human would be able to hear her, he turned to face her in battle.<br/>"Well, well, well, looks like my next meal is a stupid little fighter," he smirked. "Cute though. I may have to savor you slowly before fully devouring you."<br/>His blades were not yet drawn. Despite how far they were from the battle field, strange voices could be heard, one sounded like a babbling brook the other closer to the sea in storm, it sounded like they were begging, begging to be let out, to feast on flesh once again.<br/>"Well little girl, it seems my beauties want a taste of your blood too. I just might let them have as much as they like." With that his blades were in his hands faster then the eye could follow. the sounds of rushing water was getting louder.