Howard climbed down out of the tree, sliding his unused arrow into a slot in his quiver once he is on the ground. No need to check the suits, no way the pilots could survive those explosions. He then headed for the gate the runners had taken. Once there he scouted the area carefully, after a short moment he found trace. He touched his mic, "I'm going on a stalk...we have runners, and they aren't going to make it to safety. I'll meet you at extraction bravo. Going silent..." He switch off his mic and coms set then, so any noise wouldn't spook his prey. He got his bearings...then vanished into the foliage.

Ahead of him, about 10 minutes or so ahead, eight soldiers ran into the wilds. Heading towards a secondary base location, a place where they could send for pick up and relay that the main base had been hit. They could get picked up, and debriefed there. But first they had to make it. The eight men jogged through the undergrowth, using head lamps to light the way.

Howard ghosted through the foliage leaving little to no trace of his own. He knew where to step, knew what he could and couldn't touch. These soldiers didn't. He found boot prints, a dropped magazine of 5.56 rounds. Broken leaves and branches. He picked his way along the trace carefully. Murmuring softly to himself, "Fools...don't know the way of the forest. Don't know the call of the wild..." He stepped over some stone carefully, not wanting to disturb the spider hiding under one of them, waiting for it's next meal. Howard kept on moving. Stopping suddenly and sniffing the air, "One of them is smoking...polluted tobacco no less...insult to mother nature..." He picked up his speed.

It took him a few more minutes to catch up to them. He could see their head lamps now. He blinked several times getting used to the hit to his night vision. HE stopped and ducked when one of the soldiers suddenly opened fire on something. A fire from the hip at something in the undergrowth. Howard watched a pantheress lop off into the foliage.

That was the last straw.

These men had sealed their fates.

He drew an arrow, having modified it to broad head. He waited. And took his first shot.

The soldiers never heard the arrow, and no one at first noticed as one of their number took the arrow right to the back of the head. He didn't have time to let out a cry of pain or surprise before dropping dead to the jungle floor. The remaining seven didn't notice anything until another one of their number took a second arrow to the heart. And he had time to let out a bark of pain before keeling over. The other six looked at the arrow in confusion. Not sure who could be using such a primitive item. Two more of their number got even more primitive examples. As a pair of tomahawks came flipping out of the darkness. One man took the 'hawk right to the forehead. He didn't even have time to register it in his mind. The other man took the 'hawk right to the stomach. Even if he could get it out, things would be ruptured, he'd die from that.

Four remained. And they were now fearing for their lives. Another arrow came whizzing out of the forest. But they saw it coming this time, and leapt out of the way. And began to fire wildly into the forest in the direction it came from. Unbeknownst to them Howard dashed in behind them and retrieved his 'hawks while they weren't looking. As they turned back to check on their comrades. They didn't notice the missing weaponry.

Howard sheathed one of his tomahawks, and drew his combat knife. As the last four were picking over their friends, he charged in again, silent, and deadly. Like a predator running down it's prey. One of the men cried out in pain and fear as Howard cut him deep and long across the back of both of his legs. He stumbled from his cut tendons. And had to use his gun as a crutch. Howard came in again before they could recover. The next man grabbed his throat as Howard slit it open as he ran by. One of the men got off a wild shot that missed Howard my miles. The remaining three men looked about trying to figure out where he would come from next. They again didn't expect the tomahawk to come whirling through the night to take out the hobbled man.

Howard moved in for the final kills. The last two remaining men looked about in horror and fear. One of them caught sight of Howard as he seemed to melt out of the night. But he wasn't fast enough, as Howard let out a whooping warcry, and stabbed the one who spotted him high on his right shoulder, then used his tomahawk to sweep his legs out from under him. He left his bone handle knife in the man's shoulder and drew the second hawk. Using it to catch the wild swing of the last man's rifle butt, turning it aside. Then with a vicious three hit combo reduced the man's neck and ribs to pulp. 

The last man watched as the figure above him spun, and with a neat little half splits move buried both tomahawks in the man's chest. Howard looked around, checking every last corpse, then grabbed his knife and disappeared into the undergrowth again. He had a ways to go to get to extraction point bravo. He did turn his radio on though, and set a soft blurt of radio static to Imran letting him know the stalk was over.