The african savanna was silent and black, night had fallen upon the rolling grasslands, the void of black prompted cover for any predator to strike. Low boot-steps of a bipedal humanoid male could be heard off in the distance,heavy breaths for oxygen carrying a slight echo through the plains. The male seemed to have been in some sort of distress, something must have been chasing him. His searching eyes passed over the tall grass at a constant pace, as if something was in fact there but what? 

Traces of moonlight illuminated a grey scaled creature that looked to be just 4 feet meters in height, speeding through the brush. The male gasped in fear, turning suit to run as a means to escape whatever it was facing, not taking the chance to stand his ground against it. The grey toned beast began to take shape as it exploded from the clearing, emerging from the blackness was a very large dog-like beast, its skin looked plated and heavily armored to the tail's tip. His eyes focused on the muzzle of the hound as he glanced behind himself, its teeth were pointed like small daggers, accompanied with a pair of upper and lower saber-like teeth. He looked at the clawed paws it displayed, hooked like a big cats and probably just as sharp, he also noticed back claws that he wasn't sure he wanted to know were for. He was intimidated and gripped by fear, this thing was massive, he had never encountered anything like this before it took slow steps toward him as he slowed his movement and backpedal, snarling and baring its teeth within the mix. As it got closer, he noticed its eyes, a light blue, a color that prompted blindness, but he knew better than to think it couldn't see. Claws extended from its large paws like individual switchblades, the beast let out a threatening hiss. The whip-like tail of the creature swished from side to side, the man had locked eyes with a dangerous predator.

In what seemed like an instant, the beast's jaws were around his ankle, slowly crushing the bones with a powerful bite force. The male's struggle proved fruitless as his ankle was effortlessly snapped, suggesting that the predator was only prolonging the suffering, his screaming. As the man hit the ground, he attempted to draw the pistol at his side, shakily aiming it at the dog-like creature. Before he could get the chance to squeeze the trigger, an gloved hand gripped the barrel of the sidearm, another at his wrist, twisting his hand in an uncomfortable position, dislocating it in the worst way, his screams continuing as he groan. His frantic eyes locking on the one who disarmed him, a man who had donned a white suit knelt above him, a firm grip on his wrist still, the true hunter made himself known to his prey. "Harris Cain, charged with smuggling weapons to the insurgent force terrorizing Greymont." The suited male spoke in an altered metallic voice, aiming his prey's handgun at him, squeezing the trigger and ending his hunt in one loud shot of the pistol, holstering it to his calf. A low pitch range in his ear as someone chimed in, a woman with a tone of authority. [i]'Agent....you're needed again...'[/i] There had been something beginning to light up the area where the two were present, something unnatural. A swirling purplish black mass, it looked like a rip leading to the Greymont ground zero. Without hesitation, both man and best strode through, his feet skidding on the ground as he came to a stop, his blade immediately being drawn with his right hand, his handgun in his left. His attention locked on an armored vehicle, dropping its ramp and unloading troops armed to the teeth by the looks of it. Another chime range within his ear. [i]'You have your orders agent, execute.."[/i] The mystery female spoke, a hand gesture signaled his hound to attack, with a low snarl the large beast charged forward, rounds bouncing and sparking off of its armor plated skin, only making it angrier. The hunter rushed the fire team, his blade carving through their weapons within swift motions, leaving them disarmed.