The Demon Hunter

The hunt begins.

A male figure sat silently on the branch of one of the trees in the darkened forest, he was wearing a black cloak, with a hood that cast a shadow over his face, a hand placed on the hilt of his sword. He watched the shadowed figure down on the ground, around five hundred yards away, getting closer. His eyes slowly followed the figure as it began to move in his direction, the Rustling of the leaves in the trees was the only noise that could be heard. He slowly pulled down the hood revealing his dirty coloured white hair, and piercing white eyes. He readied his stance as the figure got closer and closer, slowly and silently he began to draw his blade from the sheath in which it rested.

He watched the shadowy figure until it was below him, he stepped from the branch, falling through the air at a rapid speed. He landed just behind the figure which now took shape, the figure spun around clearly surprised. It had a human face but with glowing red eyes, and a menacing scowl, which revealed a scar over it's left cheek. It took a step towards the one who had come out of the tree, and tried to slash at him with it's claws that it had for hands.

The guy took a step back narrowly avoiding the slash, he brought his blade up swiftly and brought it down again, taking the arm off this thing that stood before him. It screeched in so much pain, a blood curdling scream that would send chills down any human body.

The man who had come out of the tree took a step forward and in one quick move, had brought his sword up to the throat of this thing in front of him. His piercing white eyes looked straight in to the glowing red eyes of this thing, he smiled "where is your boss tonight?" He asked ever so calmly, with his deep voice. The thing opened it's mouth, revealing razor sharp teeth "he's around, but you won't find him, and if you do he will kill you!" It spoke with a raspy growl, it seemed ever so confident with it's words.

As quick as he had brought the sword up to this things throat, it was now gasping for air as he had pulled the blade across, blood pouring out on to the blade and down the body of this thing. He stepped back and sheathed his weapon, then stood and watched as the thing dropped to it's knees, the glow from it's eyes slowly fading as it drew it's final breath.

He looked down at this thing, the moonlight catching his face, revealing a scar straight down this mans right eye. He pulled something out of his pocket "contory, bastary, flamiry" he whispered to it, then dropped it on this thing, the object a small sphere caused this thing to burst in to flames, he turned around and his cloak floated behind him as he began to walk away.