10-18-2006, 10:50 PM
The green diode flickered on the back of Pyroman's head. It was a small circle, the size of fleas, and it glided across his helmet with relative ease. Eminiating the beam, a long barrel scope sweayed to Pyroman's jerking movements, keeping the diode locked on the back of the neck, just below the helmet. Auspex leaned with his rifle.
He was in control. The patience, stealth, and precision, dictated by the sway of his scope. He, the hunter, hunting Pyroman, the prey. His first brother taught him the 'patient hunter' tactic before he had been erased from the net, the only thing, and yet the tutalage proved invaluable. Thinking of his exonerated family of the Illbegotten made him frown.
"Targets locked into combat. Monitoring any chances of relevant opportunity."
"It isnt chance that gives opportunity. It's ultimately a mistake from the prey." Auspex whispered.
He was in control. The patience, stealth, and precision, dictated by the sway of his scope. He, the hunter, hunting Pyroman, the prey. His first brother taught him the 'patient hunter' tactic before he had been erased from the net, the only thing, and yet the tutalage proved invaluable. Thinking of his exonerated family of the Illbegotten made him frown.
"Targets locked into combat. Monitoring any chances of relevant opportunity."
"It isnt chance that gives opportunity. It's ultimately a mistake from the prey." Auspex whispered.