06-05-2015, 10:45 PM
"It was either them or us. You clearly don't understand or don't want to see it, but they had all the intention to kill us both. I'll take care of the car and the body. You have nothing to fear, I know how to cover my tracks." Eltiask then proceeded to throw the man's limp body to the ground, over a small pile of leaves he had found nearby. He stretched his back, hearing how his vertebrae popped back to their right position. After doing so, he inspected his wounds. Two gunshot wounds, one on his right arm and the pther on his chest. "Goddammit..." The hunter sighed exasperated as he sat down and thoroughly began inspecting the wound on his arm. The wound itself was already closing, and when he examined inside it with his fingers, there was no evidence at all of the bullet. he checked the back of his arm, finding no exit wound at all. He shrugged nonchalantly, allowing his body to do the rest of the work. On his chest, though, he had to be more careful. Eltiask knew well the bullet hadn't hit any of his vital organs. Otherwise, he'd be in a very different situation. Still, he examined it carefully, inspecting the wound itself with his fingers until he felt something inside. "There you are..." Holding his knife steadily on his right hand, the hunter then opened the wound with a precise cut of his knife on his skin. Blood rushed out of the borders, drenching the shirt he was wearing with his blood. He groaned lowly, focused on retrieving the bullet from his body. A few minutes went by until he finally managed to pull the small metal fragment from his chest. Of course, in those minutes his shirt ended up being a crimson piece of clothing. He shook his head in annoyance, and then took off the shirt. The hunter knew perfectly well it was one of Protegée's borthers' clothing, so he made a note to replace it as soon as possible. Standing up after the whole ordeal, he then turned to face the unconscious mind in front of him.
The man lying in front of him was around thirty years old, a bit older than himself. However, he could see several scars on his face and several white streaks of hair. Either he had lived a tough life from the beginning or time hadn't been soft on him. He was well dressed, not in a noticeable way but comfrotably speaking. "He was prepared for danger..." Eltiask frowned as he went through the man's pockets, finding nothing. "No wallets, no IDs, no personal belongings... He knew he was in a one-way mission if it failed." He frowned once more as he crouched next to the man, observing his movements. He was going to be unconscious for a while, but he didn't want to leave him alone. Being the hunter he was, he knew people often had surprises. Eltiask hated surprises.
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