Luchaver snapped the slayer's neck and dropped his lifeless body on the stony beach. Soundless and serpentine, he sneaked up the shore to the treeline and allowed his dripping body to blend with the shadows. The gloves, hood, and mask of his drysuit had melted back within the arms and collar, and his footsteps were silent as he slunk through the tree cover. He could smell the next human male skulking just off the path ahead. He stopped a dozen yards short of the man and put his back to a tree. He crouched, picked up a twig, and snapped it decisively.
“Fennel?” Came the man's voice. “That you bud?”
Luchaver remained in the shadows. He heard the human move towards him, tentatively at first and then with increasing confidence. He heard the weapon leave its holster, and the schwick as the ba
