(Sorry for the delay. Its Finals time here!!)<br/><br/><br/><br/>He smiles as the encampent scatters into a frenzy. Hidden in the trees, silently moving about, he watches her mate shift in her straps. Knowing shes awake and ready to fight. Looking around, he watches the men scatter. One seperating from the frenzied pack and running blindly underneath him. Not passing up another oppertunity, he drops his tail and silently yanks the human from his feet. Rifle and all! Quickly removing the gun from his paniced hands. He grins and tosses the strap over his shoulder and bites down with his jaws, twiling around the branch and once again sending another henchman flying high into the air. Aimed right for the oppisite side of the camp, where no one is looking.<br/><br/>After gathering himself up, he watches the human thud on the ground and winces with a devilish smile. "Damn waste of food."<br/><br/>His previous human life still holds many advantages it seems as he removes the clip from the rifle and counts 9 darts, and one in the chamber. With a serious grin, he presses the butt of the gun to his shoulder and aims right at the commander barking into his radio.. Slowly squeezing the trigger.<br/><br/><br/>With a turn of luck, the rifle is a quiet shot! Looking up from the scope, he watches the commander drop to the ground, quickly running his hand against the handle and yanking it back, loading another shot.<br/><br/>He works quickly and drops all the guards around his mate and counts two shots left. He scopes around for the other ones that caused this madness and dosent see them.<br/><br/>He darts further to the eastern rear of the encampment, burying up hidden into another tree and watches as the place litterally clears out in a frantic frenzy of pure fear.<br/><br/>With Eight down, he watches carefully, keeping a keen sence to his surroundings and waits for his moment to strike into the encampment.