Nate looked at Jams’ gun then back at his own “Show off.” Nate took this gun show personally , next time he would be ready with some better pieces to counter his giant six shooter he was about to say something sarcastic when a naked woman came out of the forest motioning for him to follow her, he whistled at her taking a few steps forward “Baby yeah!” A spin and wave of her long brown hair had Nate captivated as he knowingly followed her to the edge of the darker woods, She spun once more luring him deeper “Nice!” She caressed his cheek very lightly taking several steps forward to make distance, locked in his daze a stench went past his nostrils that made him stop and sigh.
“It’s always the hot ones.” A distinct hissing grew louder behind him, instead of reaching for his gun he spun around grabbing the Vampire by the neck, turning and slamming his head in the side of a tree, the man fell onto his chest and lay not moving a look of shock was on the woman’s face and it was greeted with a smirk “You can show that body, but that smell? Ooh there’s no coming out.” In the corner of his eye a man limped the other way only looking back to see if the coast was clear “James be a hero, and get the witch.” He cracked his knuckles facing the woman in front of him.
James kept his hands busy adjusting the strap on the weapon before sliding it over his shoulder where it would hang until he decided he needed it. With a smirk on his lips, James shrugged as Nate began to get sensitive on the topic of weapons. But before either of them could really delve deeper into the topic, Nate’s attention was thwarted, and James felt himself turning around to see exactly what was so captivating. When it all became clear, James was unimpressed with Nate to say the least. The look on his face said just that. James pulled his eyes from the situation, deciding then and there that he wanted nothing to do with the shit Nate was about to get himself into--at least not now, simply because things didn’t seem dire.
That’s about when he hear Nate shout to him from where he stood, it was more senseless dialogue that felt scripted to James rather than any real insight on this costumed mission that didn’t make a lick of sense to James--but the hunter was getting antsy, he’d take blood where he could get it. But not before a snide comment. Someone needed to remind the younger hunter who he was dealing with. “You better stop tellin’ me what to fuckin’ do, pup,” bold words coming from a man who didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
It was in that moment that James’ eyes picked up on the limping witch Nate spoke of. In no real hurry, James stepped forward from the car, his hand pulling a knife from the carrier it sat comfortably in at his thigh. The knife was one of three (appropriately dubbed the triplets) strapped to Jame’s right thigh. The grip was slender, flat, and metal--the only decoration being the five holes at the handle--which ultimately allowed for function as well. Unsheathing the knife made a slicing noise just before James began to take aim with a single eye closed, and the knife raised up and behind his head. And with that, James launched the knife in the direction of the runaway, watching as it flew until it stuck deep into the witch’s leg--causing him to collapse into the dried fall leaves.
The witch pulled at the ground in a pathetic attempt to make a get away, but they hardly made any ground before James was standing above them, crouching down low to take a fistful of hair into his grip. “Don’t fight it,” James said with a voice that was sure to make his prey uneasy. “It’ll just get worse if you do.” James shoved the witch’s face back into the ground, and gripped the knife in the witch’s leg to twist it with a devious look in his eye as the witch wailed.
