[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Thar Be...Griffons?}[/i]

On and on Steer walked, hands in his pockets, eyes all over the place, light grin on his pale face, good view, all seemed to be going well for Steer. Then his stomach growled. Brow twitching eyes turned down and he patted the chubby belly of his. Looked like it was that time of the day. Biting his tongue and shutting his eyes. Two things were focused on at that moment; the first was his Chi manipulation, the second was the fear of not having anything to eat. There was a metallic snapping sound and for any passing eyes, a completely black colored Gewehr 43 scoped rifle with a bayonet at the end was in his hands. Projecting, a dash of Chi accompanied by some Fear and boom, you got what Steer called a 'Solid Projection'. Rather then the fast ones, these didnt need to be maintained and lasted a good three to four hours, though with a downside to not being able to get 'enhancements' or modifications. It was a useful thing for simple tasks, like he intended here. Completely unaware of the mammoth Griffin Mutant in the forest, Steer was intent on catching himself a deer, or something like it for dinner!

"Luck be with me..."

Though he could be a good hunter, for once he didnt need the finesse for yonder a few yards from Steer was a deer! Knees bent, slow approach to a tree, the Whimsical Martial artist brought the scope of the gun up to his left eye, the butt of the gun on his left shoulder as his right hand held the mid-upper body firmly while his left held the trigger. Tongue coming out to lick his lips, Steer counter to ten to himself, waiting for the animal to be JUST in the right spot he needed. It got there within moments and as if on cue the deer turned it's head looking directly at Steer from a distance. Within a blink there was a soft but audible crack of the rifle, the sound of a completely black colored bullet leaving a barrel, exiting into a skull, through a brain, and the body of the deer thumping to the ground, lifeless.

"Yes! First shot."

Always good to get that, even if that first shot went through the deer and inadvertently was soaring at an alarming rate towards Tharraleos' person. It was almost comical because even if the black bullet hit it most likely wouldn't do jack squat to the Griffin-mutant and also because despite firing, the first 'attack' wasn't even meant for him! Steer had no clue he was nearby (assuming most of the 'heavy' noises he heard was just part of the forest) and clearly intent on getting to his next meal. Spells out 'disaster' in a weird sort of way, dont it?

[@Griffintaur]