Trick sat up abruptly, the taste of failure still ripe in his mouth. He wanted so desperately to hear them scream, to listen to their final laments of pain as they crumple to the ground being reduced to no more than ashes. Anger boiled deep within him and flames curled out from his finger tips, caressing the inside of the tent. Slowly the tent caught fire and fell down around him. Trick stood up with only one goal in mind, kill that piece of shit hunter. He grabbed his mask and put it on, a devilish smile reaching from ear to ear. The first step in ending this gnat's life would be to find him, and those he loves. And burn them.