The Hunter had a thousand burning words to say to the woman with her painted face, but her speech was swift and taunting, and she bounded away before he could make up his mind on if he should start skinning her from her ears or her toes.<br/><br/>O'walu took an arrow from his back as well as his ash longbow, fitting an arrow in without pulling back on the screen. 'Just in case', his intense gaze told everyone before him. From his side, he heard a sharp cry, and he placed himself between Naomi and the threat... The bard...<br/><br/>He had to take a moment to figure out what exactly was going on. Like Sera, the first thing he noticed were breasts, but then he noticed the robes, the same slashed garments the bard wore. The bard that was a man, but was now a woman? He spat on the ground, the venom that had been boiling in his mouth when danger breathed down his neck had gone stale. He turned back to Naomi, his face slightly red, and he shook his head in disapproval. "Sometimes you ask me why I would rather live in the forest..." His scowl had gradually become a smile, and then a chuckle. It was a ridiculous sight, because anyone who knew the hunter knew he never showed his amusement.