[Tracking. Sentient? What, so this fool doesn't want to make a spectacle of things? Still, the sound of its voice confirms it is indeed a human. Or an elf. Or ... something. The point is, it wasn't a trick of the light and his senses were right. Still, tiring of the game, he stands from his spot and takes a bold step forward. He lets loose his animosity, and the intimidating effect (coming out of his quiet crouch) is apparently impressive enough that a number of small woodland creatures like birds that were in the area flee, sensing danger from the eight foot brown humanoid wielding a spear]
You will come out and face me then, in fair combat.
[It's a low sound. But he's allowing this guy honor. ...Mostly because he doesn't have the patience (or the stomach, right now - he's hungry - for a proper hunt]
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You will come out and face me then, in fair combat.
[It's a low sound. But he's allowing this guy honor. ...Mostly because he doesn't have the patience (or the stomach, right now - he's hungry - for a proper hunt]