Thaddeus was startled by the falling of some of the roof boards, almost losing his balance in the process. He managed to stabilize himself with the help of his tail but he didn't feel great on a sloped surface. There was now a hole in the roof of the house, but he was at the wrong angle to look through it. Thaddeus decided to cross the rooftops carefully as 2 rooftops away was a balcony. On reaching the balcony he looked down into the house to watch the scene. The dust had not yet settled but it was clear that the descendant inside was not having a good time.

It seemed that the man inside was the one who had the invisible strings, the unnatural movement of the dust made that clear. The dust twisted and turned around the strange man rather than settling down. It outlined his invisible strings, though not completely. Thaddeus narrowed his eyes at the situation. While he wasn't entirely sure about civilised society he was very familiar with the struggle for survival. And while there were those who thought that "survival of the fittest" was all there is, that wasn't what Thaddeus was brought up thinking. Survival was about co-dependence. The wolf, or basilisk may be higher on the food chain but without rabbits to eat they would starve to death. And this situation was a dance he'd done a few times when he was growing up with the old hunter.

Time seemed to slow down for Thaddeus as he silently drew back his bowstring. The light pressure on his fingers helped him to focus on his target, the mysterious man. The dust was settling now but he had enough to judge the position of the invisible strings. The descendant's hammer, swung weakly as it was, was easily repelled by the mysterious man's strings so Thaddeus would need to be careful. He drew back the bowstring to its full length, using the time to measure the distance and strength of the wind. He adjusted the angle slightly and aimed directly for the man's head, waiting for a gap in the invisible defence. Thaddeus briefly pondered the legality of his actions but tossed that thought aside, putting his sole focus on his bow and arrow. It was a hunter's job to root out potential risks to the ecosystem, and Thaddeus was a hunter. The only law obeyed by hunters was the natural law. Take only what you need. And this man was breaking it.

Thaddeus released his arrow and it flew, quick and noiseless, towards its target. The hunt was on.