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Quick huff of breath, another arrow knocked and notched in the crossbow. Blunt stick, and the metal head wasn't sharp enough to pierce deeply, but it could cut into muscle enough, cut through skin. It would. Had made a job of it, a whole goddamned mess. Wanted to play hunter to the elusive huntress. Be the arrow to take down the elusive stag of a woman he'd heard so much about - rumors - myths.

Had gone out of his way to create a scene. Strung up waiting and wailing civilians - poor unfortunate chattle - amongst a grouping of trees in the woods. Drained them first, made them pliant, teleported the lot of them and tied them to trees like offerings, like sacrifices. Had sent an arrow through one already - watched them fall dead and lifeless where they lay tethered - plucked his bolt free and resumed his position across the clearing of a copses of deadwoods and dried birch. Listened to the rest scream as they came to...

It would bring someone's attention to him...hers...others of her kind. Didn't matter. He'd bring home a trophy worthy of a promotion. One way or another.

The rumors had flown, and ADeadmanite had gotten whiff of the reports. Sylvites precious white moon b***h had gone rogue, and how many times would they bring people like her? ******** Senshi - in under their banners only to let them fly freely. Without repercussions, without permanent handling, clearly her General had been to soft.

ADeadmanite thought himself to be the one to handle it. If a General couldn't, if a whole team couldn't? Then maybe he, who had plans a little smarter, who had a weapon suited for that sort of thing. He would hunt the huntress, or bring her in or die trying for it.

That was the only way.

The beauty of auras - and he could feel hers rolling in at speed, a rush right into the thick of it - she heard screams and came running without heed for herself without any ******** forethought or care. The way she strode in all righteous fury and flying ribbons of pastel and lace.

Gossamer pretty white moon.

A Stupid creature. He’d thought better of her, after what everyone had said, and yet there Cybele stood - matched the image he had in his head - except not, because she was still breathing, and in his minds eye? Well.

Dead venison laid on the dinner table, a starseed of a traitor twice over at his sovereigns feet.

It was a very near thing - that he heard her words. That he fought down a laugh in the face of her quiet rage, for her stupid questions of him.

“This? This is a trap.”

And of the bolts he only had three to summon to his beck and call - one lodged through a fragile skull of the very deceased civilian - the other aimed for a screaming dark haired woman bound high and tight to a tree to the right.

“Heard you liked making choices huntress? Can’t hurt to make a few more…” plunk thwick of noise taught spring and wire released, as he loosed his second bolt.

Adeadmanite grinned, manic, fever bright eyes that tracked to the third civilian, as he reached for his final bolt in his satchel. Stunned at how quickly the super had moved - like she'd had practice - like she was a well seasoned thing instead of a weak and useless white moon Senshi. Wanted to bloody that perfect pastel dress - say '******** it all' to her starseed - he'd bring them her body instead.

Still warm.

Fast. Enough to catch a bolt - to save the useless meat behind her.

Perfect motion and form - and he thrilled to see her magic. Glitter of a bow that etched color through the sky, streaked it high and brilliant. Cackled as the arc of it sent the arrow straight back

Could he be faster?- load and fire - torment her for her choices - wound her in her heart and mind before he crippled her body and put her in the dirt like the deer she was. Claimed a huntress but aimed whatever magic she had at herself.


Got the bolt in got his aim up.....

Slow click -click - ticking of it cocking back, string pulling taught by increments that seemed to take an age........

Went down in a snarl and heap of limbs - he kicked out as his crossbow hit the ground next to him, bounced from his grip with how he landed in an awkward sprawl beneath her.

She was soo ******** fast and he hadn't even seen her until she was on him --

He cursed up a storm as he scrabbled for it with one errant hand, would bludgeon her off - would ---

"You're the prey here, you stupid, ******** deer!" would hurl insults as he tried to throw an elbow up between them - was used to being faster - was used to having a distance weapon.

Failed at hand to hand and so took cheap shots from afar, where it was clean and easy, where he had distance to move. He couldn't understand how she'd done it, she'd shot herself with her own magic and then - as quickly as the flash had ended - blindsided him.

"I'll kill you, bring you to them, not even your worthless starseed, just you!" stark rave of words as he tried to get her off, with aimless kick and scrabble, let his mouth run where his mind stalled.

Left the crossbow in the dirt to die - panic that flared in his gaze - as he finally saw her. Heard her cold easy words. Like she was the eye of the storm bearing down on him.

Stole his breath like he'd just been thrown into an icy lake mid winter. Except no, those were her hands around his throat. Impossibly strong for all that they appeared to be delicate things.

The gasp he took as he moved to wrap his hands around her wrists, raked his nails at her flesh, thrashed like a dying fish beneath her.

Panic panic panic - reached for a ribbon, a garland, a slash of wild hair. Shouldn't have toyed with his dinner - should've shot straight for her - - - -

Thoughts all a slurry as darkness rolled in like a wave - spots that popped and faded in his vision, as his fighting began to slow, as everything began to slow by agonizing degrees.

The visage dropped, power gone, glamor vanished - twitches of life bled out with the blue and purpling of his face. Brown eyes gone dull and lifeless with it. Stared at nothing though if one looked askance they could see how his visage might have easily held some wild, maddened, rage. In the lines there..

The person beneath her hands so average - someone in their late twenties - maybe early thirties - someone pale with dark hair - an absolute banal nothing of an individual. Khakied and jacketed. Wallet on a chain. Hunters knife strapped to a beltloop, showy thing that tucked into a pocket.

How everything faded with his passing, errant bolts, and stray crossbow shimmered into ether. Left him as little more than a person with his personal effects in a forest surrounded by the dead and by those who needed saving.

Those who pleaded at the senshi atop him to rescue them - those who would thank her on bent knee and with bowed head for the sacrifice she'd made to do it...