Quinn was walking around the newly made"forest"  looking for his opponent. His hands nervously tapped on his revolvers as he heard twigs snapping and birds rustlng. Suddenly he heard a [i]thump[/i] where he had been previously standing , a man covered in tattoos and scars with what looked like claws? Was on the ground. Letting out a loud exclamation of alarm Quinn lept into a roll as he drew his revolvers and began to sight in. 

'Success!' Quinn thought we be rolled into a open patch unrestricted by trees or bushes. Hearing the familiar and comforting  [i]click[/i] of his guns hammer being cocked back Quinn took aim at the man. Breathing in and out Quinns finger rested on the trigger as he sighted in clearing his mind of everything but his guns and the target at hand.