A True Game of Survival » Places

         It had been only a few hours since the group split up and went their separate ways in the hopes to lure the predators in. Bruce hoped the others would heed his warnings to only study the Predators for now. Flying in half cocked not knowing anything about these creatures would serve only to get someone killed. The sun was beginning to set, casting the forest in an eerie orange glow as dusk approached. The twilight hour gave everything a very ethereal feel. Batman turned prepared to begin his trek back to the ship when he stopped cold. He could almost feel the eyes upon him. Unseen in the wilderness. Batman's breathing slowed as he concentrated on locating the hidden observer. His keen eyes scanned his surroundings and came to rest on a small patch of brush. It caught Bruce's eyes but only just. His analytically and superbly detail oriented mind caught the slight discoloration as odd against the perfect backdrop of jungle flora around it. The very air around that spot seem distorted as if looking through a glass bottle. Batman switched to detective mode and the Predator was revealed. That's when the hunter attacked.