There was no time to lose. Connor leapt from the tree and pointed the barrel of his Magnum at the naga's head. "Make just one move," he whispered in his thick accent, "and you're head's gonna be emptier than Mrs. Shrinker here." He nodded at the catgirl. "I'd get away now if I were you. This is my kill." With that he silenty unsheathed his short sword.