As soon as Aribelle stopped moving, so did her pursuer. Crouched beneath a growth of shrubbery, he ran a finger along the arm of his glasses. His vision zoomed in, and while doing so, scanned her face and general shape. After a few seconds of watching, she would be coated in an outline of sorts, a tracking measure. Only from his point of view, of course. Giving your target a real aura was a good way to tell them they were being followed. The display with the branch trap got a smile out of him, but he remained completely silent as he stood and began moving from his original position.

He approached from behind, and when she mentioned aloud her suspicion, he ducked beneath the roots of a large tree, back pressed against the wood. His grip on the rifle's handle tightened, and he pulled a suppressor from his belt. It was swiftly screwed onto the gun's barrel, the one that fired lethal rounds, and the switch was flipped to the actual bullets once again. He remained still, patiently waiting for Aribelle to get some distance away. When he was confident she'd gone far enough to not immediately detect him, he pointed the rifle from the root cage he hid beneath and took aim.

He pointed the gun at an old tree, near devoid of leaves and terribly dry. Better as firewood than as a plant these days, it looked like. His finger entered the loop around the gun's trigger, and with a tight pull, a burst of metal propelled at extremely high speed shot forward. The bullets tore through the base of the tree, leaving it standing by barely an inch of wood after they tore through. He shot in a way that would send it toppling in Aribelle's direction.