He now knew why she had shouted. The sound of metal sliding along metal. He had heard it in many forms, on many battlefields, in many eras. It was a sound that any soldier no matter his background could forge. He moved just as the round passed his heart. It wouldn't kill him; but slow him down it would. Looking against the darkness he could see many signatures. Their lifeforce had been conceiled likely by fairy majic or so he guessed.
He dodged another round; concentrating he focused a force or destructive power toward the closest hunter. Nothing happened. His mind should be destroyed. A lifeless vessal. Yet he could see the weapon raised and firing. The silver rounds sliced through his arm nearly tearing it off at the joint. Through the pain and confusion he ran like an animal still hearing her voice in his head. "Run"
His mind blank. The chase was on. (cont.)