The masked hunter blinked and shook his head mentally.
Here she stood, facing her death, and all she had in her arsenal was quips about his clothing? He was surprised instincts weren't kicking in and her trying to attack him. True, she obviously was warped with obliviousness, but still yet, she wouldn't even attempt to fight? 

[i]Without extinct though, what with no preempt knowledge of her abilities, there's little for her. A pity, almost.[/i]

He refocused himself, aiming the bolt right for her heart, his finger sliding over the trigger. No time for games or final words, she died [b]now[/b].

[i][b]SNIIKT![/b][/i]

A sudden shredding noise cut through the air, followed by silence.

The Vampire hunter suddenly dropped his crossbow, which clattered loudly to the ground with a loud clatter.
Behind his bandanna his eyes were flared wide, and his eyebrows and the flesh across his face quivered almost abnormally.
He stood frozen in place, his arms both now limp at his sides.

A sudden, loud pattering of water could be heard.

No, not water, but [b]blood[/b].

Blood was spilling onto the ground behind the hunter, former a small yet fast-growing red pool.
A weak groan escaped from his covered lips, and he slowly lurched forward and landed on the ground with a heavy [i]thud[/i]. His hat slipped from his head as he fell and went rolling past Alice toward the alley opening. Across the fallen man's back were three long, wide slash marks that extended from his right shoulder down to the center of his back. Blood was deeply soaking his ragged clothing as it seeped from the three strange marks.

[b]"Are you alright?"[/b]