He hunted. He hunted the men that had done this to him. He had hunted them for years, and now he had found them. He was looking down on them from the heights of a tree, planning, plotting. They were in a clearing, camping for the night after their long journey. He fingered the dagger he held in his left hand; waiting for the moment he could gain his revenge.

One of the men detached himself from the group and moved farther into the trees. This is my chance he thought, my chance to thin them out a bit. For he was badly out numbered. Numbers never meant anything to him, but he knew, the less numbers in a hand-to-hand combat, the less chance of injury. He was out numbered 20 to 1. They must have gained some men along the way. He also knew that he was the best there was to do this job.

Slipping down from the tree, he slowly blended with the shadows. He slowly worked his way from his position and closer to the lone man. After a few moments, the man came into sight. Pulling out his knife again, he crept closer till he was just paces from him.

The man turned to go back and saw him. He almost shouted, except that he couldn’t, nothing came out. The man reached up and felt his blood trickling down from the dagger protruding from his throat. The one that had killed him walked to him and slowly lowered him to the ground, retrieving his dagger, wiping it one the dead man’s clothes.

Rising with a grace only a cat could possess; he turned back to the bandits’ camp. Walking to the edge of the firelight, he crouched down waiting for another chance to come.

Seconds later, it came. A man walked directly in front, straining to see into the darkness for any movement. The fool, he is blinded by the firelight and won’t be able to see a thing, they aren’t even making it hard. Rising so fast, it caught the man off guard, and before he could scream, he was already dead, his throat torn. Grabbing him, he pulled the man into the darkness away from the light.

Dropping him to the ground, he again ascended into a tree. Looking down, he watched. Two men left the company of the others and went to make a round of the camp, but stopped just outside the light to let their eyes adjust to the darkness. Finally, someone who can think, and probably the men I am looking for!