[center][h2]The Hunter Strikes P. 2[/h2][/center]

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The visceral spray of arterial blood from the lopped off Amiger's head showered Dax as he turned to survey the battlefield. His senses heightened due to his combat fueled adrenaline, he read the battle raging around him like a book. The Rogue's arrow had felled one, the corpse still lazily swinging as if it was too stubborn to die. Sevine was grappling with her foe, but it looked like she was gaining the upperhand, as were most of the team if only Dax could keep more Amigers from flanking them. 

Dax kicked the headless, stumbling corpse of his foe over before he rapidly advanced to higher ground, reaching a rise in the uneven terrain and scrabbling up upon a large rock, his clawed feet finding perfect purchase as he retrieved his powerful hunting bow. Knocking an arrow into the weapon, he aimed down the shaft and gazed around the battle. 

The wind whipped lightly, causing his small frills to sway as his tongue snaked out. His keen eyes adjusting to the light and distance within moments, and soon he found an Amiger that seemed a promising target. It was an Altmer with dual hand axes, lithe and graceful, but strong of arm and he looked as if he knew how to use them with deadly efficiency. 

As Roze's opponent was felled, the Amiger saw the Breton keep her ranged weapon out. The Amiger crouching like a hunting cat, watching her with every measured step as he approached, hoping to catch her off guard to make an easy kill. Hoping to do exactly what Dax was doing, routing out the flankers so to turn the tide of battle in their favor. 

Unfortunately for him, Dax merely waited three heartbeats before the twang of his bow shot into his eardrums, and the loosed arrow punched into the Amiger's rising head, fully slicing into his skull. The foe died immediately, and thumped upon the ground with a despicable twitching, his axes now fallen from his nerveless fingers. Daixanos was positive Roze would have seen the Amiger in time, but they were apart of a team. 

He had to keep telling himself that. He and Tsleeixth were apart of this team. He needed to tell himself this, or else his anger would give way to prejudice, and he did not know what would happen then...