[center][b]The Hunter[/b][/center]

[i]Well, damn.[/i] It appeared, by all rights, that the Hunter had gotten quite lost. 

He wasn't even quite sure how he got there, but that didn't matter now. What happened now was he would continue, probably killing plenty of things, and then ??? and then, profit. It had worked for him so far. 
 
A purple rodent of some kind approached the Hunter. It did not immediately attack, which was its first and last mistake. The Hunter swung his saw cleaver with alarming speed, splitting the poor rat like a log. He continued walking, barely even breaking stride. Things like that simply didn't threaten him. The tall grass up ahead would probably cover up any approaching threats, though, not that it stopped him from continuing. He swung his saw cleaver, shearing the grass in front of him, and in the process, accidentally butchered some other poor rodent. Again the Hunter ignored it, merely continuing to keep an eye out for any notable threats. 

Unfortunately, what he neglected to keep an eye on the sky. He was alerted to this unfortunate mistake when something slammed hard into the back of his head. His first instinct was to jump forward and then swing his cleaver behind him. His cleaver sliced fatally through the air with the killing power of the Hunt behind it, and then missed because his target was not at waist level but on the ground. It was a bird of some kind, squawking angrily. It took flight again, or at least tried to until the Hunter neatly carved its wing off. 

[i]Hmmm,[/i] he thought. [i]Must be a pest infestation[/i]. He looked up in time to catch another bird dive bombing towards him and dropped into a roll. Behind the bird were two floating grey things of a sort that looked essentially harmless. Still, he knew better than to assume something was harmless just because it looked it. The Hunter jumped towards the bird, swinging his saw cleaver, but missed. The bird flew up and out of his reach, just as the two grey things simultaneously dive bombed, teeth flashing. The Hunter rolled backwards and came up with his pistol already firing, hitting the first grey thing face on. It dropped like a stone. The second one went into another dive, and the Hunter took a step backwards and immediately fell when it turned out that just beyond the tall grass he stepped past was a small stream.

At the very least his fall stopped him from getting hit. When he managed to stand back up in the shallows, though, the bird from before slammed into the back of his head. The grey thing had also approached and dived, accidentally slamming into the bird. As the two creatures fell, the Hunter swung his saw cleaver again, catching both of them in one fell swoop.

[i]Hmm.[/i] This clearly was going to continue to be a problem. Unless, perhaps, the Hunter was more subtle about things. And indeed, a few minutes later, nothing had attacked him. The Hunter simply had to move as quietly as possible. Apparently most of the beasts could see through the grass just as well as he could.

Eventually, he came across a clearing. At first he was hesitant to enter it - it provided a more clear line of sight to him - but he shrugged, thinking to himself that he could easily take on any opponents and then leave if things got rowdy. He moved to take a rest until he noticed a figure not too far off.

[i]Hmm. This couldn't go wrong, maybe,[/i] he thought, and then approached the figure.

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