If the other had looked up into the tree's, he'd of possibly seen a flash of silver, not a wepon, just a person's very unhuman eyes. Nick moved along the branches on silent feet, hopping from tree to tree with barely any noise of his passage. curious on who exactly this person was tredding into these particular woods. which weren't safe for the normal type of person. then again nick wasn't normal. he stood at five foot even, five two in the heeled boots he wore. heels came in very handy on discouraging people from keeping a grip on you when you stomped down on an instep. leather pants joined the leather boots climbing up his body. he also wore a lose shirt with a leather vest over it. a belt encircling his waist with a knife on both hip's. then agian nick had knives everywhere on his person. from in his braided hair to the opening of his boots around his lower thigh area. and he was very proficiant with them.