Everette saw his life flash before his eyes, every muscle in his body tensing to a halt as a fire-ball rocketed by, and he even let out a slight whimper, although no one heard, in complete terror. Fire. The one thing he could not do, and that was the exact power that laid across the street ready to fry him black without mercy. Everette, since birth, has always had an unexplainable fear of fire, and he would rely other hunters to handle the common flame-based variants. Yet another tinge of sadness attacked his conscious when he realized he was the only hunter now, been for a while, and he would have to face these now by himself. What is that different than anything else I do.
Barely calmed down, he noticed her code, so he deciphered it through his gut-wrenching fear. Damage control. Will attempt negotiation. If failure, attempt knockout. I am armed and prepared to fire. Stand ready.
He had no problem whatsoever not charging towards that, but he got caught up on the knock-out part. He concluded that either this person never cared enough to learn about him, or she just had not heard of the fabled “Lone Wolf Hunter”. Everette has never once been sent on a “Bag and Tag” mission, although he had been friends with some hunters who would describe them, for every time he was sent in the field it was to make a variant, such as one that they already understood, disappear. To kill. Tear apart. Obliterate. They never cared, but he guessed they forgot to inform her or just assumed that he would be long gone by now and she would never even of met him.
He decided to teach her, so if she failed and he was absolutely forced to ask, he would make a mess killing the torching Variant. That was one Variant that he did not mind getting wiped out. He thought all of the supposed "wiped-out" Variants, and then he remembered. The girl he killed before was supposedly the last of the Terrakenisis Variants, and so once again he was sad over the death, the ending of a life si short. He realized then, that he was sad over the short life of Terrakenisis itself, not the girl, and so he felt somewhat better knowing that he had mercilessly killed a girl. However, it did not fully rid him of the guilt.
Now he waited.