And yet, no Ranger worth his salt would ever rely on his eyes alone.

Nor would one fail to maintain as close to complete knowledge of his surroundings as possible. Cruallassar's sight may not have seen the Magna Pater sneaking up on him...but it was a hunter, an ambusher, and there was only one place it could be. Not to mention it smelled like death warmed over. Elven hands flashed into pouches on the Ranger's belt, hidden by the cloak he wore. He knew precisely where the Magna pater would be, even if he couldn't pinpoint his location now...and when the beast struck, he was ready to act.