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Hunter took his chance to analyze the situation, all he had to do was keep Craven occupied. "Rules," He called out, "monsters like you don't play by any rules." His mind working feverishly, he tried to piece together something to keep him going. His body was low on blood, even his heartbeat was growing faint. His vision was blurry and clouded, but he pressed on. Trying to keep the extent of his pain hidden from his enemy.

"I, on the other hand, play by many rules," He kept his voice confident and stern, "But, good men don't need rules. Perhaps now is not a good time to discover why I have so many."

He looked to Craven, as he looked him over like a cat would a mouse that suddenly began talking. Hunter held the advantage, a prime opportunity to drop this beast and be rid of the stain from the Foundation's past. Hunter held all his cards, and all he had to do was flip the table. But instead, he decided to drop his hand.

"I don't need your generosity. I don't want your pity. If I kill you now, it goes against several of my many rules. Put up a fair fight, and maybe I'll end you before Ozpin gets to dig around inside that gross skull of yours."

Humor. How unprofessional of him. Hunter was glad his earpiece was out. It made the quiet of a fight so much more terrifying. Hunter leaned back, centering his weight, and bracing himself for whatever the beast would throw at him.