<em>The hunter's senses picked up the bullet as it sliced through the air. Having been ready from an attack from any direction, he managed to evade the attack without even conciously taking into account exactly what it was, only realizing it for a bullet once it lodged itself in a tree nearby.<br/><br/>Likely a human. From what he had seen, his foe wouldn't use a gun. No, he much preferred his claws and fangs, those savage weapons which nature had armed him with. An accomplice, perhaps? Not entirely unlikely. From his years of experience, he knew well that humans, normal or not, would do anything for power or money. He picked up her scent a moment later. Light. Which means she knew that a werewolf or something with an acute sense of smell would be coming this way. That settled it. He would have to deal with her first, and hope his quarry won't drop in on him for a surprise attack while he's deaing with the accomplice.<br/><br/>Fangs bared and eyes sharp, the avenger slipped through the trees, more slowly and more quietly this time, stalking his new target carefully, trying to get a good view of her to assess her abilities.<br/><br/>From a fair distance, his true enemy watches with satisfaction. It had taken so little effort to set them against each other... Almost pitiful.</em>