Hákon watched as a young blood approached him and asked him if he could use his hunting skills to aid another young blood named Blades. The hunter hadn't caught the nun's name before but it seemed she had gotten his, regardless he straightened himself before speaking "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">I am, how you say? Decent? With hunting.</span>" He looked towards the group before asking sheepishly, "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Blades is which per-</span>"<br/><br/>The screeching sound of the Dusk cut off his sentence, whom ever this person was would have to wait. The sight of a Dusk flying caught Hákon by surprise in his world they never flew, they clawed at the ground skirting across the frozen ground in a frenzy. That's what give the Jaegerman and advantage but now? The hunter shook off his thoughts, he wouldn't think about it, he had to adapt.<br/>Chaos seemed to engulf the group as various members shouted commands, trying to rally everyone together but it seemed to only increase the confusion. Through the shouts and orders, he heard someone call out the name they used for him; Curseshot but all the noise it made it difficult to hear what was being asked of him.<br/><br/>The rattle of gunfire sent a shiver down Hákon's spine, the earsplitting noise as each bullet was discharged made him realize that the mentors never trained the young blood on the fact that the Dusk hunted their prey using sound. No. Even if that was true Hákon himself was a fool,<span style="text-decoration: underline">he</span>should've spoken out about that fact, he had the experience, he could've warned them. The hunter cursed himself as he drew his first arrow, taking aimed as the monsters began to surround him. He was barely back into the hunting ground and he was already the prey, the fates mocked him but it wouldn't matter. He let loose the arrow and drew another, even if the fates intended to end him this day, Hákon had no intention of simply giving in.<br/><br/>His arrows hit targets, with so many it was hard to miss but without using his "Bann" they would do little it seemed. Taking a deep breath the hunter notched another arrow and channeled his hatred, his heart began to pound against his chest as he fired. The arrow splintered against the back of one of the creatures, barely bothering it. His mark was off, as was his focus. Five years without the hunt had left him out of practice.A scream of panic suddenly disorientated him, his heart once more picked up pace and his mind swam in thoughts of regret.<br/><br/>He could see the Dusk descend upon them, he was surrounded and soon it would be over. The sight of young blood with the metal arm being choked as he was slowly lifted into the air, someone trying her best to help but soon had to focus on herself, closer by a small young blood was dragged into the sky her face with fear.<br/>Hákon felt his blood boil, his jaws clenched as his face twisted into a vicious snarl. This was not how it was end, in fear, in sorrow, in isolation. NO! He would not allow it.<br/>As one of the creatures moved to attack him, Hákon drew an arrow and with a sickening crunch he drove the shaft into one of the many creature's eyes, his face now contorted in rage even as it howled it's dying moments. In one swift and fluid motion the hunter notched the now blood covered arrow, his markings now letting off a strange mist like substance that seemed to be drawn into the arrow head.<br/><br/>Hákon let loose the arrow, aiming it at the neck of the Dusk strangling Full Metal. Rather than watching it impact Hákon quickly turned his attention to the small young blood being carried into the endless blue he once longed to see, his heart felt like it was going to burst, just like it always had when he cursed his foes. He could see it's tendrils constricting the girl but it's own body was exposed as it tried to. Hákon aimed at the underbelly that was now exposed and let the arrow fly. He couldn't fire another one, he now had to move quickly to catch the girl. Or at least that was his hopes, he couldn't be certain if the creature would move or if misfortune would strike but he had to make sure that regardless what happened the girl wouldn't hit the ground. Even if it meant getting caught himself, he wouldn't let Hack be taken alone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>