06-25-2014, 06:50 AM
As the fire cracked after the arrow landed, mayhem erupted from the group of survivors, mostly the women. Wolffe stared intently at the whole situation, observing each of their movements. Bodyguard had immediately stood in front of Protegée, aiming his gun to some point at his right. He didn't even bothered to move when he shot without a target, the bullet was way off from his body. There seemed to be some kind of argument among the ladies which truly intrigued him, but he was too far to hear anything they screamed at each other. His eyes then stopped on Bodyguard. His right arm was aloft, still pointing the gun to where he though the hunter would be. If Wolffe wanted, he could end his life right on the spot. However, he wanted to play with him. The hunter readied a second arrow and aimed right to Bodyguard's right shoulder. Even though he knew it might not stop him, he wanted to play with his mind and his perspective of that island. Wolffe wanted him to feel despise for the island, to blame it for all his calamities. He pulled the strings up to his face, aimed, and fired.
Though he wasn't sure about it, he felt there was something odd about the whole situation. Anger was biting at his own being more than normally, and a strange sensation of invasiveness was permeating his whole mind. He growled lowly before closing his bow and hanging it from his belt. Moving stealthily, he dropped to the ground and began to make his way away from the campsite. His rage was only growing by the second, and he new perfectly well it might cloud the scarce judgement he had left. The hunter began to sprint lightly, more to quell his own desire to rip something apart than to get away from the site. He didn't know if his arrow had hit Bodyguard, but he wasn't interested. He knew very well other chances might be available, and he was going to exploit them all.
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