Northstar Vale [m] I know you don't have any other plans

She'd all the time to deliver the first blow, and Lómion excused his cowardice for preperation.

A traditional attack was not to come. No, she'd thrown stones his way instead. The largest struck his face, leaving a dull pain but not much more. Come the second and he could only think of three words; strong but mortal. By the time the third was hurled his way, that repeating thought acted as a flimsy shield in his approach.

Then a cackle rose in the air. A call for reinforcement? Lómion lifted his head to the sound for a second. It was close, but not here yet. Maybe he'd be able to finish this before aid was to come. Maybe...

His gaze returned to the hunter, eyes now filled with a fervent haste. I'm sorry, he whispered again, before lunging for her neck.