Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140514181421

Camo was indeed ready to engage. As the others got into position, he closed in stealthily as well, fixating on the only Beowulf not targeted by his teammates. This was no time to be conservative, and he knew it; a quick and flawless kill would be the only thing to stop his mark from living long enough to try and share the pain he was bound to inflict. He made almost no noise as he slowly unfolded his bow, adjusting the torque to maximize stopping power for a close-range shot, and nocked an arrow to its string, ready to attack as soon as his partner kicked things off.

Sure enough, Talen soon led the surprise attack with a well-aimed throw of his knives (well, one well-aimed throw, anyway). Struck dumb as one of their number suddenly fell dead to the ground, the other Beowulves were ripe for the murdering, and Camo took full advantage of their shock and confusion. He loosed his arrow upon his unsuspecting target and caught it dead-center in the back of its skull, striking it dead almost instantly. A head-shot so textbook he would've jokingly said "Boom" if he was the gloating type.