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It crept along, low to the ground, moving slowly as it sniffed the air, looking for spoors. A scent. Prey.

With a shift of the wind, only a minor breeze, it managed to picked something up. It would move through the trees; swiftly, silently, murderous intent gleaming in its eyes. And then it was there. Beyond the hedges, the growth, a figure. Form. Movement.

With only the rattle of light metal, it sprung out of the bushes, rushing the form from its left flank in the cloaking darkness.

Moved. No matter, thats what the chain was for. Knowing the chain, which was probably the cause for the figure to move out of the way in the first place. It saw the small movements of a defense being set up even before it was able to close for an attack and acted on it.

Its right arm would swing out as the figure moved backwards, right at its side, and coincidentally right into the path of the swinging chain.

The chain would lash out like a whip, smashing painfully against the left leg of the one who moved unless there was some sort of protection. However, the chain would continue moving, swinging around and wrapping around the leg, carried by its momentum.

As the hunter made a charge, which of course, connected with nothing, it only continued to move, snapping its body low to avoid the swipes if they would even happen and after this, its right arm, where the chain seemed to connect with, would jerk upwards. This motion, paired with the continued force of the charge would simply throw whoever it was's left leg up into the air and their body backwards. If anything, the sword swipes, if they did happen, and retreating backwards motion would make the person fall wildly backwards as the hunter stood up to its full height of seven feet and jerked the chain hard to get that whiplash effect on whoever the body it snagged was, throwing it a small distance before the chain would snap it back with the chain wrapped around the leg.

However, the problem was that the man would never be able to land, as the jerking motion was done in the continued motion of throwing its arm upwards, snapping the body around in mid air for the throw.

This of course, coupled with the (un)-bright idea of somehow jumping up to try and flip and land before this, would only put the person in a larger predicament, where if they had toppled onto their back and whipped, there was at least some friction against the ground to slow down the amount of force in the whiplash.

But, in the air, there was nothing to stop it. He'd be thrown into the air and yanked back, snapping his leg hard against the weight of his body as it tried to move in the opposite direction, threatening to dislocate something.

The hunter would pick this little bit up, unregistering the airborn prey until after his arm had already shot out and pulled back, muscles bulging. This would bring about a followthrough with the attack. It would step to its left as its arm pulled to its right outside, pivoting to keep the distance between itself and the blades of the man the chain had snagged as it would lean back slightly, using centrifugal force to keep whoever it was airborne.

And around they went, chain snapping taught, threatening to cut off blood circulation to the leg of the man if not for the guards located there, for evidently he would be able to feel the pressing weight of the chain tighten as his weight was thrown around and suspended in the air.

Faster. Harder. Let the blood rush to the head as centrifugal force made the liquid travel through the body. The opposite of a blackout, where blood drains from the head and the victim's vision is blotted out in blackness, it a red-out, when so much blood flows to the head that the blood actually fills up the capilaries in the back of the eyes such as the retinas, which causes vision to take on nothing but a red blotch.

The hunter would start to get tired, muscles straining against the chain and the body at its end. And the most efficient move would be to stop. However, the hunter had no concept of making the blood rush to one's head, and only did this for the dizzying effect it would have on the victim as their centers of balance in the ears would be thouroughly messed up with the swinging, just like its own.

LOOK, A LARGE TREE TRUNK!

Well, problem solved. The hunter would edge its body into a position where the end of the chain, where the captured person would be, would smash into the large thick trunk.

Broken bones? Concussion? Unconsciousness? It really didnt matter which one was the end result, for the amount of force applied and the momentum included should be well enough, enough to break any limbs which tried to catch itself before it struck solidity. That and the fact that whoever it was was probably blinded by a haze of red and didnt have any sense of balance anyways.

The hunter would collapse onto the ground and sit there, watching the body as it's sense of balance slowly returned and it fought down an urge to puke the contents of it's empty stomach.

Concussions result in things such as confusion or amnesia, and usually lasts for at least 5 minutes. That was a lot of time. Furthermore, there was also the effects of headaches, light and sound sensitivity, memory and attention problems, dizzyness, and damaged motor functions.

As the man would get up, the hunter would do the same, only stopping with three limbs on the ground, steadying itself instead of standing tall on two legs where balance would probably be a problem. Three limbs because his last one would yank the chain hard as the man tried to get up, keeping him down. If his head would hit anything, strike the ground, bounce off a rock, maybe even strike the tree trunk again, the concussion could result in second impact syndrome.

Either way, it didnt matter, for with the yank, the hunter would move forward to close the gap quickly, audibly growling.

How obvious was it, when someone had such a tight grip on their weapons and laying still that it was a trap. Unconscious, or even defenseless, someone should be to weak to hold a weapon in such a way.

However, with the man still blinded and probably dizzy, lacking some motor functions, it would have the advantage. It would move about to the side of the man and snap a clawed hand down around his wrist, holding the arm as well as the weapon down, the second one arm however, on the other side, would be a different matter altogether, as it was too far away.

And then it would move, overtop of the flat of the blade to press its body weight against it to hold it down furthermore and trap it so that it was unusable in this situation.

((Later.))

No movement. It's other hand would snap down and press against the forearm of the remaining weapon to hold that down as well just as it would strike. Fangs glinted in the pale moonlight, tearing into the throat of the man as it's head would jerk back and forth as if to tear it off.

And in the resulting bloody mess, it threw its head back and howled into the night.

The moon broke through some clouds, illuminating the area, revealing the hunter as a creature covered with dirty grey-green fur, which resembled a hyena, rows of sharp teeth in its mouth, covered in blood. It was dressed in tattered rags, it's wrists and ankled with thick shackles over them, yet the only evident chain was one which connected to the shackle of its right wrist.

And it howled again just before it tore into the body and the moon was once again blocked out by a passing cloud.

Siat was walking through the forest, huge grin on his face and a glass bottle of coke in his right hand. With each step, there was a loud crack as he purposely broke something underfoot. He was wearing a body-fitting red suit and was also looking for a fight.