Stalking through the night, the hunter seeks his prey, it is these moments he lives for, tracking his prey, hunting them until they tire and then he moves in for the kill. He has extensively modified his own body, all the better to hunt, and all the better to kill. Using these enhancements he climbs a wall, taking care not to be spotted he creeps into an abandoned building. Ignoring the vagrants using this as accommodation, he smells the air for that telltale scent, finding it he moves across the ground, more like an animal than anything human. His quarry is close, running away from that which he fears. Syn.
Syn leaps onto the roof supports and begins to climb, faster than any thing should climb. He finds his way onto the roof and begins to run, leaping from building to building, he gains ground on his prey. Uttering one sibilant hiss he drops onto his quarry and begins the nights work. There will be one more grisly trophy for his collection.
