[Combat? What the hell? Derek looks out again, and curses to himself. Great. Whatever the guy is, he isn't human. It looked like the hunter's chances at getting out of this unscathed were rapidly growing non-existent.

Still, Derek wasn't one for running. He's pretty sure running won't help, anyway.

He stands, comes out, but holds his hands out to the side, clearly showing he has no weapons at all.]

Listen, man, I have no quarrel with you, whoever or...whatever you are, all right? I'm guessing though you just got dragged into this place, right?

[God help him if this...whatever he was, decided talking wasn't worth his time. Derek briefly wonders if someone would come looking for his body if he doesn't show up in the village by nightfall.]