Drake looked behind him, Jake was dead. He threw the rod down, "you better go you no good bastard before ah change mah mind." He kneeled down by his old friend, he spoke in the ancient hunters tongue his father had taught him. "Find peace you have fought and died well go Ino te afterlife with no regrets on your shoulders." He sighed to that, he closed jakes eyes. Before he found the old match box in his pocket. It was an old tradition, to light the body on fire. He lit te match and it caught fire on his friend. Few minutes passed when the flames died down. He waved to the other hunters, they followed him.