[Jacob]

(OOC: Oh yeh, thats right taunt my creature by poking him. Yeh...poking him, very mature im sure. *Stares bemused at Drag and DH* Tut-tut-tut)

The Hunter was vaguely amused by this effort to stop it. Standing up straight it noted a small dint in its armoured shell. Gently it growled and rubbed a single claw over the mark. After inspecting the damage the loner then backflipped landing on its feet, in a crouching position. Its metallic claws shooting out. Smirking to itself the Bounty Hunter stepped up to one of the wooden walls, purring softly and rubbing its right paw over the hard surface it pulled back its left arm, and hurled it towards the wall. The metallic claws pierced the wood, shattering the other side and going straight through. The creature heard gasps of shock from the inside of the hut as the claws slowly drew out and back into the night. Stepping around the shed, the Hunter shoved its claws into the next smooth piece of wood. Marking that with small holes, hearing the gasps the creature sneered. Getting some kind of sick, sadistic arousal from it. One of the voices inside was more dominant and informative. Telling the others to get to the ground and stay low. Smirking the Hunter carried onto make holes right away around the hut, some large and some small. Every given chance Blue would stand up and check through one from a fair distance. Noting were their attacker was and yet making sure she wouldn't get stabbed in the process. But then the attacks on the hut halted, and the Hunter made no effort to break in and attack them. Instead it just waited, they heared it purring to itself up on the roof. Eerily.

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Cutting one of its paws the creature squeezed out its blood. Dripping it on the roof and then splashing it around a bit, as if it were gasoline. Upon doing so it then leapt off and into the dirt, rubbed its cut palm into the ground and then jumped into a tree. Disappearing from view. Clambering to the top of the tree it was in at the time, it hissed and cursed to itself. Calling out into the night sky. Being lonely this was one of the ways a Hunter would entertain itself...attract other Predators to its prey and then watch the onslaught begin. When it ended...kill the survivors. Simple.
Venturing out on a branch the Hunter knew what the Predators were...Parathons. And they came in swarms.

(OOC: Hope you dint mind me using one of your ideas Drag.)