Hosea glanced back at her for a moment, then sighed. He could see that she was trying to help out other people, and he, unfortunately, wasn't the type to leave someone who needed help. "I don't know where he went, but I saw where he was going," he explained, walking back over to her. "I can go with you to the spot where I lost sight of him and then I can track him from there," he decided. Then he started walking towards the edge of town. "Come on."
"To be honest, you could just point me in his general direction," Guinevere said as she began walking beside him. "I apologize for bothering you earlier.
"Don't apologize," Hosea didn't look at her. His hood hide his face, as they walked. "And I am headed in that direction anyway, so I may as well." He wasn't going to say anything in regards to the war. He'd seen enough war in his life time already. And likely when he got back home he would see more. That unfortunately was his life, and it didn't seem to matter where he went. "My name is Hosea. Hosea Williams." Technically a lie, in a sense that it wasn't his real name, but it was the name he'd used for most of his life so he went with it.
"Guinevere," she returned.
Hosea took them to the edge of the trees and stopped. "I saw him heading towards the mountain, on the other side of the forest. I don't know where he went after that, but I can track him if need be." Tracking had been one of the things he'd been trained to do from a young age. He'd mastered it, and almost no one could hide from him for a long time.
"Pfft. The other guy got caught? That's surprising." Danny says, chuckling. "So what's the plan from here? I don't really have anywhere else to go, so I'll just go along with you."
He puts his Scythe away in a swirl of pitch-black smoke, then the smoke moves to surround him and when it disappears the cloak is gone. Instead of the cloak, he has a plain white shirt and a pair of plain jeans with a belt. He runs his fingers through his hair to fix it and looks expectingly at Asa.
Asa’s wings retracted back into… his spine.
“No no, the other dude just went his own way” he scratched his neck a little before…
“Yeah… I also don’t know where to go. Once those hunters become lazy, there’s nothing very interesting we can do”
Hosea came to a stop at one point, his head went up and he seemed to be listening to something. Then he pulled himself into a nearby tree, and began looking around. An odd way to track someone, but he looked like he knew what he was doing. "Do you hear that?" he asked at one point glancing down at Guinevere. Silence set in. Absolutely nothing made a sound.
Guinevere listened, heard nothing, but reached for the handle of her sword anyway. She lowered herself into a battle-stance, feet spread apart and shoulders down, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
"Something is watching us," Hosea's voice was low and threatening. "It has been for a while now. I just don't know where from."
A low rumble built within the huntress' throat, something akin to growl-singing that was popular with the youth in the Empire of Prominence. However, instead of a song, Guinevere snarled out a phrase in Dragontongue.
"Who is watching us?"
The dialect was one that her husband, Gawain, knew from birth and taught to his wife when they were first dating, but it was an ancient form of the more modern Draconic (as Hebrew is to Yiddish or Old English is to modern-day English).
Hosea looked at her for a moment and was quiet. "I don't know," he replied to her. He understood some of what she had said, not all of it. He'd caught the words who and watching, and sort of pieced together what she'd said. "Let's keep moving and hope whatever is following is something friendly."
Her guard dropped and her jaw hung open.
“Wait, holy shit, you understood that?”
Before she could continue, something heavy dropped on top of Guinevere, pressing her body into the dirt and leaves, causing her to lose grip of her sword.
Asawin turned when his right wing twitched a little due to the softest of sound vibrations.
“The hell was that?” He said softly, more to himself than anyone else.
Hosea whipped around, his dagger in hand already, and he was already in his fighting stance. Something landed in front of him and swung at him with incredible speed. Purely on reaction to the unexpected attack, time came to a complete stop and jumped back. "Nice try buddy," he said taking a few steps back and forth. His attacker looked very surprised at the fact that Hosea had been in one spot and was suddenly in another.
As soon as the shape was off of Guinevere's back, she pushed herself up with her arms. Spitting out a clump of wet leaves, she rumbled in Dragontongue "Oh, you did NOT just ruin my makeup!" Her face merely had a few dirt smudges, but the huntress stood and grabbed her sword. Water that ran off of the blade became tinged with purple poison, the green grass underneath curling and smoking when the poison touched it. The poison didn't affect her thanks to her husband, but it certainly did a number anything unfortunate enough to come into contact with the blade.
"Let's dance!"
Hosea looked at their opponents. One, two… He took several more steps around the figure in front of him. Three in the tree behind me. He dipped under an attack and continued his assessment. Four coming up on Guinevere. Five and six to the left of me, and seven and eight, to my right. Greeaaat.
The bushes and trees behind Guinevere rustled, and four figures leaped out with blades in their hands. Planting her feet, she swung her Greatsword in a mighty crescent, cleaving the first and second ones cleanly in half, slicing the third one in the abdomen, and leaving a deep gash in the side of the fourth. The poison worked fast, the third barely having time to collect his entrails before expiring and the fourth falling to his knees to cough up a heavy gout of blood.
As those four lay dead or dying, Guinevere raced to Hosea's side to back him up.
Hosea flinched when Guinevere came back to back with him, but he didn't pull away. He wouldn't say anything, but he'd had a bad past with a woman and a poisoned sword. He was distracted by the sight of a symbol on one of their attackers. He recognized it immediately. "Shit, it would be these guys wouldn't it," he grumbled. "These guys are some magic hunters that I ran into a few towns over. I pissed them off when I got away from them. Four times. And according to their leader, I'm the only one to ever have gotten away from them even once. I didn't believe them. Apparently they were butt-hurt enough to have to chase me down again. Their mistake." He looked around the clearing at the different people there. There he is. He spotted who he was looking for. Time slowed and he walked between the people surrounding them and stood directly in front of their leader. Then he let time return to normal.
Danny noticed the slight twitch in his wing but didn't notice anything different himself. The powers of Death didn't give him heightened senses, and his human senses weren't the best too.
"Well," Danny says, confused. "I don't know, so maybe you could tell me."
Asawin heard some fighting going on somewhere inside the same forest he was in.
“Probably some fighting going on…” he said, changing into his semi-human form and unsheathing his blade. Without warning, he took off and flew above the forest silently.
There they are
He glided down quietly but at quite an impressive speed. Getting closer, he landed in front of one of the four hunters remaining and opened a slit on his throat. He glanced at the woman he saw earlier but didn’t think of her too much. Maybe it was just him though.
Danny appears next to him in a swirl of pitch-black smoke, exasperated.
"Why do you always leave me like that? It's getting kind of annoying."
His Scythe appears in his hand at will and he holds it threateningly.
"WHo dO i haVE To bOp!" He screams.
Hosea took note of the two newcomers, but didn't turn to look at them. He was keeping eye contact with the person who was the leader. "Hello, Theodore," he said coldly. The man in front of him had hopped back in surprise when Hosea appeared in front of him. "What? Two beat downs weren't enough? I already told you that you couldn't keep me in a cell, kill me, whatever you want to do to me, you can't. You can sure try all you want, but I can promise you, nothing will work. "
Danny notices the showdown and steps forward.
"Oooh. Can I bop him? You see, all I need to do is go bop…"
As he was saying bop the second time he went to motion touching the man on the head with the sharp point of his Scythe, and accidentally touched him. When the tip hit the top of Theodore's head, black smoke quickly surrounded him and then drew back into the Scythe, leaving only a pile of ashes where the man was before.
"Oops. I hope we didn't need him alive. Reviving him would be tricky."
Hosea turned on Danny his good eye definitely glowing now. "What is with everyone and killing?" he snapped. then he turned and walked to the edge of the clearing. He turned and looked at Guinevere. "There you go, we found him, have a good night." He then turned to leave.