Hunter

The foliage moves, and an arrow flies from its shadows, striking an orc in an unprotected chink in its crude armor. It falls, and its brothers turn and charge in the direction of the attack, screaming a war cry. The brush erupts again, but this time an elf covered in leafs springs from its midst, drawing swords and singing its own battle cry.

A lion nudges the corpse of a dear, searching for savory flesh. A snap and a crack echoes amongst the forest, and the lion roars in anger and pain. As it tries to escape the trap that has bound it, a shadow descends on it with a slash, falling from the branches above.

A werewolf bursts through the door of a small residency, and the inhabitants jump in fear. The wolf man falls and tumbles forwards. From behind it a menacing figure in a blood stained cloak steps in through the doorway. The only source of illumination springing from a longsword it wields brimming with radiant energy. The family stare at the figure now standing within their home above the dying werewolf with fear in their eyes. For the figures aura of hatred burns brighter than light of its sword.