<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Brian-taylor-gunslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Jesse, the Summoned Dark.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The usual.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The woods.<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Facing off.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Unknown stranger. A mighty suspicious person.<br/><hr/><br/>The path brought him down into contact with a woman who was not the Officer of the Law who had just given him such a hard time, but who had the same face as her, which was odd. Jesse was just ruminating on this point a little and deciding how to respond and wasn't particularly listening to what she had to when the sound of footsteps behind him caused him to whirl round. Too late. He felt the cold of the steel slice thigh his calf. It didn't exactly hurt, he could sure as heck feel it and it would slow him down, but he was more angry than in agony.<br/><br/>"You fucking..." His hand went to his gun and he tried to smash the butt of his gun into his attackers face, but his weakened leg made him stumble as his weight shifted and the attacker evaded easily, slashing at Jesse's chest, the blow probably aimed at his throat. Jesse's off hand came up and grabbed at the man's throat. He gasped and spluttered, the slash across Jesse's chest knitting closed like it had never been there.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't have done that boy. I'll God damned kill you for this." Jesse snarled, his eyes black as night.<br/>"Vengeance... The blood cries out... Darkness answers..." His voice dropping to base growl. The man struggled and squirmed, dropping his knife and kicking at Jesse's wounded leg. Jesse flinched and growled, but the man squirmed and kicked and tore away, gasping, horribly pale. He grabbed his knife, snarled, spat on the floor and ran blindly into the woods. Jesse swore and raising his revolver fired twice into the brush, but his bullets hit nothing.<br/><br/>"Son of bitch." He swore, flicking the revolver open, dumping he two spent rounds and replacing them before closing the cylinder and holstering his piece.<br/><br/>"Next time. You won't get away from my grip. I have all the time in the world to find you and take the debt." He muttered and turned back to the path. He couldn't follow at a decent place with his leg like this. He needed time to rest and let the Dark do its work and knit him together again. There would be another crossing of paths with his attacker and the man would not escape a second time.