The velocos stalked in and moved to her, watching her and striking at it , when it was busy on her, lightly bleeding it. Such quick and orginized strikes, it was another great perdator, though many would kill them for fun. These however trained with him, and were not playfull, nor stupid. They were like a bunch of fighters, the only missing were him, striking at the thing. But she would work as she was like their master.<br/><br/>Perhaps more elloquent in skill, he was a bruiser, and would show this, as he moved into range. Stalking, and he set up his bows, laying them for later, if it came to it. And loaded another pin like bomb for later. Perhaps another target. As his weapons flew forth, one taing an eye, the other at the jaw joint. Small swords with chains on them, as he pulled. His biceps flexing as he pulled the head. " Strike."