[u]His laughter quickly dies out, the hilarity of the notion quite fleeting. Grasping the grip of the dagger and the handle of the pistol, he rests his beady eyes once more upon the woman's face. An air of coldness begins to seep from him as he enters a crouching position, his suspicion rising at alarming rates.[/u] "[i]You still haven't given me a clear answer. What are you-[/i]" [u]He jerks his head in her direction.[/u] "[i]Doing out at night during the hunt.[/i]"

[i]Taken back by his immediate mood change, the woman simply sighed heavily, looking straight at the Hunter with a rather bothered look, as if she really wasn't in the mood for questioning from him.[/i] "Taking a stroll, enjoying the moonlight, the sort...why is it such a big deal?"

[u]His grip tightened on the dagger as he begins to back away from Ren. The beady eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight as he slowly backs into a patch of shade, his actions now unseen in the lack of light. The only part of him visible is the two fake glass eyes that peer out of his mask, the rest of his body almost gone, like it was absorbed by the abyss. In a raspy voice, he begins to speak.[/u] "[i]Eileen always told me to never trust an innocent face, or a harmless alibi. Just a walk, you say? One such as yourself would not dare to venture out on the night of the hunt without a nefarious purpose unless they were to be a hunter. Without protection of a hunter's blood, one is even more susceptible to the beast plague. Or maybe there's something else... Maybe, just maybe...[/i]" [u]His voice becomes very quiet, as if he wishes for no one to here the words uttered.[/u] "[i]You are a user of the old blood, the accursed filth of the Vilebloods flowing throughout your body.[/i]" [u]At the mention of Vilebloods, he spits the words out as if he's disgusted that he even has to speak of their name.[/u]

[i]Only nodding silently, the woman didn't look worried in the slightest, although her left hand had begun to slowly move towards the hilt of her rapier, as if she was about to retrieve it from its sheath. As for her right hand, it was still on her side, her head still tilted as if she was actually confused.[/i] "Ah. Of course, [i]I'm[/i] a...Vileblood, you called it?" [i]She only chuckled darkly, resuming her speech again as she looked up at the figure, assuming a more serious tone.[/i] "...I'm really not in the mood to fighting my way out of here, and honestly, you're not helping. Now...I'm just gonna back away slowly. If you wanna come along and perhaps...[i]dance[/i]...then you can." [i]Smirking slightly, as if she found amusement in the whole situation, the woman began to slowly back away from the Hunter of Hunters, just waiting for the perfect moment to sprint away or...attack.[/i]

[u]Nodding to himself, the sound of his dagger being drawn is heard. Without a word, he holds it in two hands be for splitting it into two halves, sparks temporarily illuminating the face of the mask. Ceremoniously, he whips them too the side as he speaks a rite of death.[/u] "[i]Through use of the Old Blood, you have forfeit your life as a human, and now are worth no more then the lowliest of gods. Worth less then the blood of a whоre, I sentence you to mercy...[/i]" [u]He whips the feathers of the cape outwards in a grand fashion as he steps out of the shadows, his blades spinning in his hands.[/u] "[i]By death.[/i]" [u]With sudden speed, he becomes a black blur as he charges towards Ren, his blades raised as he prepares to plunge the two shining daggers into her stomach.[/u]

[i]Eyes widening and smile disappear, the French duelist known as Ren suddenly raised her rapier in her left, suddenly jolting to the left as the Hunter passed her, backing away. She drew a .44 magnum revolver from its holster, holding it to her side as she pointed the tip of her blade at the Hunter that had just tried to kill her.[/i] [b]"En garde, you filthy crow."[/b] [i]She began circling, trying to find the right time to sprint away from the man.[/i]