After years of being trained by her folks. Fiona Jennett was one of the few women that would be seen ready for combat. The only problem with it was she didn't like it. Until she overheard her parents talking about how pathetic she was as a hunter she was just going to dick around with being a hunter and get another job. Being hot tempered as she was Fiona went ahead on a hunt. It wasn't that her skills were bad she just never tried. The problem with that is now she would fight as she practiced, meteorically. With a deep breath she found herself in the middle of the woods in the dead of night. It was quiet but she knew that there were monsters lurking about. Her muscles tensed as she glared into the dark with only the full moon giving her any chance of seeing. Her heart pounded beneath her chest cavity. Now she was starting to realize maybe she was being hot headed. One, no two demons lunged out of the dark. She fought them off as well as she could manage. Luckily they were low level so she managed to off them. There was still a feeling in her gut that she was being watched. With that in mind she ran off heading for the edge of the woods. It was time to get the hell out of here. Her breathing was heavy as she kept looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was there. Several times she could have swore she saw someone, otherwise she just kept on running. The moonlight her only friendly company.