The Bounty hunter poked his head up for a moment, spinning his hookslice around before his eyes widened as the figure with bonnet's handbag suddenly transformed into!..Well, he didn't know. He gasped softly and ducked down, thinking to himself as peering his eyes just above the brush he was in just in case anyone wanted to sneak up on him. Not a hinting to anything, he's just an experienced fighter and he well knows what goes on in his enemies' minds. He stroked his axe's blade with a piece of cloth, mummering to herself "Why did she suddenly reveal her weaponry like that...It's as if she knew I was curious...No, this can't be witchcraft." He nervously giggled to himself to reassure that no witches were around. "They're far too...Young and careless, not to mention simple, to be witches."
He stuffed the cloth in his pocket, locking axe onto his back and rolling over to a nearby tree, spinning around his hookslice "But..I have to be sure that if they are witches, they won't curse me with some kind of spell. But there always leads the endeavor that I have no idea what that...
Thing that replaced her handbag is." He ducked down and peeked at the side of a tree for another look, then panting and setting his back to the tree "Dammit. Those glasses of hers obscure my vision of her eyes, she could've been staring at me the entire time..." He spun around the hookslice faster, his palms getting sweaty. "There's no way she can't be a witch, a mixture of the strange clothes, glasses, hat, obscure weaponry....Those two men are in danger." He followed them up the path a bit further before when he was in a bush ready to strike, a loud THUD could be heard, causing him to lose momentum of the hook slice as he flung it into the ground by accident, the thud causing him to lose his grip as he gasped softly again with the thud.
"What in the hell..." He snapped, pulling the hook out of the dirt, peeking above the bush to witness skeleton-like creatures appearing to get ready to attack the witch and co. "N-Necromancy." He stuttered, a shiver going down his back. He ducked behind the bush in fear, his eyes incredibly narrow. "Witches have a natural knowledge of the undead. I'll let her take care of them and then
strike her when she's weakened!" Her tightened his fist when he said strike, emphasizing the word.
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