Richard had been laying in the treetops, watching him for a while now. Eyes now closing and letting out a yawn, this was going better than planned. The white haired man bellow them seemed to think he was doing much more than he actually was... Chilly had been pacing back and fort between two trees for a good fifty minutes now, revolver in hand and eyes glazed over, not that Richard was complaining. If this shadow would exclusively consist of the huntsman reflecting to himself and ignoring Richard then that would be fine. Better than fine actually, it would be the ideal. Sure, upon taking the mission Richard had perhaps, somewhere deep down, hoped for some kind of training... it had been months since he'd seen his prior mentor so meeting another experienced hunter might have done some good, but that had been but the smallest of thoughts in his head. Totally insignificant part of his mind. And so when-
Finally a shot rang out, Richard's hear skipping a beat. He had been so close to drifting asleep. He looked to the man, his barrel was smoking; the gun was pointed almost directly at Richard. He didn't feel like he had been shot... His eyes widened, he scanned around himself in panic, when he heard the cracking of the branch bellow him. He met the ground with a thud, branches breaking his fall but scratching his back. But he knew the branch he had been laying on was thick, he'd picked it for that specific reason... then how...
Removing the piece from beneath him he found a massive hole, far bigger than any bullet Chilly's gun could shoot, torn through the branch. Suffice to say the gun was strong, it must have used some kind of dust to-
Out of the corner of his vision Richard saw Chilly lower his gun, barrel trained on his head... perhaps he was going to make more of an effort than he thought.
Finally a shot rang out, Richard's hear skipping a beat. He had been so close to drifting asleep. He looked to the man, his barrel was smoking; the gun was pointed almost directly at Richard. He didn't feel like he had been shot... His eyes widened, he scanned around himself in panic, when he heard the cracking of the branch bellow him. He met the ground with a thud, branches breaking his fall but scratching his back. But he knew the branch he had been laying on was thick, he'd picked it for that specific reason... then how...
Removing the piece from beneath him he found a massive hole, far bigger than any bullet Chilly's gun could shoot, torn through the branch. Suffice to say the gun was strong, it must have used some kind of dust to-
Out of the corner of his vision Richard saw Chilly lower his gun, barrel trained on his head... perhaps he was going to make more of an effort than he thought.