"3..." he finishes the count in his head and turns the corner guns aimed  directly at the female. Usually his instincts would have pulled the trigger as soon as he turned that corner, but this time he hesitated. Conflicted by the evils in his heart of weather to shoot or not, he stands there staring intensely at the woman with his hazel eyes. The surrounding noises of the ocean and air as well as the thumping in his chest drain out anything else that may be near. He does not speak a single word as he waits to see what this woman will do.