In a flash, Hunter was behind the man who challenged Deadeye, with a knife pointed at his jugular. The bloodlust in his eyes was almost physical, and his face was locked into a visceral snarl.
"Try anything, and I'll gut ye like a pig." He growled, "I'm feeling a wee bit testy at the moment, and don't particularly like snot-nosed brats messing with me crew. Now either help out or crawl back to the shitheap ye came from, just try not to make things more difficult for us."
With strength unbecoming of a human, possibly due to an insane amount of adrenaline, Hunter kicked at the guys back. He then dusted himself off, and walked after Anna. He twirled his dagger in hand, ready to gut anyone who wasn't an ally. Those marines earlier has only made his appetite for death hunger, like a starter before the main course. And the Crimson Demon did love a good feast...