Anthony continued through the forest, going as quiet as he could. He would be at a large disadvantage if any supernatural found him. His rifle was gone and the ammo stolen thanks to the Empousai, so all he had now was his enchanted sword. The wound he had inflicted upon himself also slowed him down, and it didn't seem like it was getting any better. It was going to be infected fairly soon if he couldn't find the supplies to properly bandage it. Anthony continued his way through the thick forest, then suddenly lost his footing on a tree root he didn't see. The hunter fell to the ground, groaning from the surge of pain brought up to the wind. Anthony grumbled then ripped his shirt off, wrapping up the wound as best he could.