I stared right into the Hunter's eyes, frozen and afraid. Afraid for my life. He just looked at me, calmly and robotically. As if I were just another kill, nothing to worry about. Not a threat to him..or his friend. The raid poured down hard, making the trees darken even more. It didn't take me long to find my feet, to make them move again. But, this task was also robotic. A reflex due to my empending death. Because that's what it was. Fear of death. I knew I was about to die, that the crossbow was undoubtedly pointed straight at my back, about to fire. But I still ran.