Oliver Burton

Somehow by whatever luck the feline remained unscathed, maybe cats did have nine lives? There was like a flash of something that the man caught a quick glimpse of, a ripple in the fragment of reality that stopped those deadly bullets heading her way so very abruptly. He didn't quite see it happen except for the sound of them falling dead, rendered entirely useless in their tracks and that sound of them halting midair, suspended as though they had simply forgotten their target. Peculiar, but it had not left the panther entirely unscathed. Something seemed to cause her to pause, shaking her head as if from pain. But there wasn't much time to dwell over how she had dodged the trail of those silver bullets. The thought of the hunter snuffing out another were enraged him further, his body tensed with it, the loathing. His thick corded muscles seem to pulsate with the need to unleash his wrath.

He had taken advantage of the hunter being preoccupied, he lunged toward him like great white avalanche, but just in time for the assassin to set off a suffocating smoke grenade. It didn't deter him despite the air wanted to smother him. He gnashed his teeth in blind violence, hoping to meet its mark. He couldn't have gotten far. One thing for certain was he could not allow him to get away, not that it mattered, there very well could have been more weapons, more hired guns. He needed to scour the earth for the true source, the one who hired these trained warriors to hunt down the last remining members of his family.

He hissed the words through that mental line. It wasn't the panther's fight. It was a feeble attempt to keep her from harm that was intended for him and him alone. She hardly deserved to die when she was probably the very reason he still stood. It was Oliver with the disgustingly high price tag on his head. He growled out a mangled sound, infused with his power to attempt to locate the man. A form of echolocation his mother had taught him. The sound was a steady, growling drone. He had a lot of practice with as a boy and yet it came almost easy in times of duress or hunting.

The obscure thick cloudy smoke made it hard to breathe and burned his eyes. A series of ragged coughs escaped him as he inhaled the oily black smoke. It gave him no choice but to retreat from that obscuring haze or he was as good as useless. He needed clean air to fill his lungs or he was useless in this fight.

He was thankful for the breeze to help whisk it away, but there was yet another gun poised right between his eyes. He was a walking target. His sheer size and colour stark amongst the rich hues against the smoke and forest surrounding him. It all betrayed him now. But what he hadn't suspected, was hunter's trembling finger was already poised and ready to pull the trigger. It was all too fast to properly react, except for the cool, calm and collected cat watching and prepared. Instead, he dropped his gun suddenly and confusingly crumping in upon himself, screaming in certain agony, grasping at his head as though it would explode. What the.. He actually turned his giant face to peer at the mysterious feline. Was it her? She had not only once saved his giant polar bear ass once but twice.

The panther then sauntered toward him in a far more graceful way than he ever could. Her voice bit out as the man's screams increased, frantic, begging, pitiful. "No.. not him in particular." His voiced reached out, moving toward the writhing man on the ground apathy within his shadowed brown eyes. He had no pity for the creature before him. She went on speaking, his gaze never left the hunter upon the ground, his form shadowed over his. "I suspect he was sent from a man who had been hunting my family for generations." There was no sign of mercy only iron hatred radiating from him.

Yes, even though he wouldn't blame her if she took the hunter's life. He wanted to obliterate him from this earth himself. In all actuality, he wanted nothing more than to do it slowly. It could have easily been his sister's life at the end of that once poised gun and she could have quite possibly not been so fortunate. "You do not deserve this.." He spat, glaring, seething at the hunter in reference to giving the hunter a quick death he did not deserve. He stepped a mighty crushing paw on the hunter's chest pinning him down into the earth, he didn't put the full weight of just over 2000 pounds upon him. No, not yet... he lowered his massive head so close to his face that the hunter could smell that humid vile breath. He drew in a breath before he roared. His power of sound manipulation turned into a weapon as he pummeled it at full force into his head like sharp shards drilling straight into his brain.

He didn't stop. Not until his eyes ruptured a bloody red and blood trickled from his ears and other orifices. He pressed down with his full weight, hearing his bones crush and make a sickening wet crunching sound. His talon like nails dug into the Kevlar vest that did him no good now. With a disgusted growl, the massive beast pivoted to face the sleek feline. His eyes are like shadows, consuming and chilling. "Not once.. but twice, you chose to help a perfect stranger.." His colossal form moving toward her, assessing and perhaps slightly confused. He muted the sound of his very footsteps with his affinity as he drew closer, standing before her. He peered down to gaze at the slender panther. "You risked your life.. why?" He narrowed his eyes in question. There was a darkness in his words, his voice still betraying his rich accent. Or perhaps she was never in danger in the first place with her plentiful bag of tricks. She was powerful, he could sense it, he saw it. But what did she intend to do now?