James held his submachine gun up, scanning the group's six o'clock. He wasn't about to let some freak take down their entire squad. He focused on the heavy brush around them, thinking like a predator.<span style="font-style: italic">To take down a hunter, one must think like one...</span>He thought to himself, muting the world around him. His senses came alive when he heard the unmistakable sound of rustling leaves. James whipped around to see a bush move, just slightly. His eyes widened before he stated in a hushed tone, "Contact... Seven o'clock low..." He pointed his MP7 at the nearby brush; safety off, finger on the trigger. Whatever this thing was, it was not going to keep them from reaching the mage.