he fleeting moon light (all are welcomed)

The wind has picked up in the last few minutes, making it really windy out tonight. The sky remains pitch black, rendering visability a very near impossible thing, well that is if Kenshin didnt have a few tricks up his sleeve.

The wind causes his hair to rustle some and his robe fly back some. His armor remains unaffected by the wind, Kenshin's rifle sways in the wind some but doesnt move far.

he hears a loud crack from behind him, hoping the sound came from a neutral or allied person and the sole reason for that is he doesnt want to have to fight someone right now.

He knels down, one knee on the ground and the other leg positioned with his foot on the ground making a support for his arm to hold the rifle. He grabs the rifle and mounts his arm on his leg and stayed there waiting for something to happen. everything went silent for a minute and then the wind picked up again and went back to its usuall.

He had a moment to think to himself and then shouted,"if anyone is out there I suggest that you respond quickly."

A tree falls down infront of him, the guy is hiding in the forest and using it as a shield Kenshin thought to himself.

(OOC:Where does this take place?.The forest/jungle.Maybe the crack came from someone stepping on a twig.Bottom line is that I cant reply without knowing ^.^)

I edited the post to give a better description of where this is taking place, its in the forest under a full moon...

Lardes sits on the tree branch, calmly observing the intruder, he readys his bow just in case he is spotted. he aims his arrow at the intruders head and controls his breathing so that he may remain undetected.

He watches and the intuder yells in a language that lardes does not understand. lardes realizes that he is not a member of his enimies and is a simple hunter looking to take the life of a animal, and lardes was not going to let this happen.

he holds his breath so that he will have a better chance at killing the intruder. lardes aims and slowly releases the arrow and it sores threw the vines and leaves, heading straight for the intruders head.