<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David was getting tired of this hunter squad trailing him and Max.  He was considering alternatives when Warren's command to stay off grid and avoid the south line came through.  He gestured for Cosinara to wait and slipped into the darkness.<em>Time for another diversion...</em>He worked swiftly, bending a sturdy branch, attaching various pieces of weaponry he'd looted on the move from fallen orcs.  Another branch, much lower to the ground, got the same treatment.  Local vines made unobtrusive trigger lines.  He waited until the hunting party was 20 yards away before stepping into the open.<br/><br/>The leaders victorious cry was cut off abruptly as the silenced 9mm in David's hand coughed twice, one slug punching through the orcs eye before lodging in its brain and the other blowing its throat out in a small fountain of gore.  The other orcs in the party charged directly into the waiting trap.  The fastest orc received a swinging branch full of cutlery across the throat for its trouble, while a second branch lashed out and neatly hamstrung another handful of hunters.  As they collapsed, the orcs bringing up the rear ran directly into, and fell over, their suddenly prone and thrashing friends.  By the time the survivors were untangled from the dead and wounded, David had tossed a looted grenade into the middle of the pile and vanished into the night.<br/><br/>He slipped back into the snipers nest with Cosinara moments after the grenade's detontation.  "Hunting party is neutralized.  We should be free to move."