[It's instinct for him somehow. He knows what he's doing with this crowbar, knows where to put his hands for the best grip, and knows how to shift his weight. The monster is thrown at him and he catches it with the hook of the crowbar, throwing it to the ground. Hunter flips the crowbar around easily and goes the extra mile to use the straight claw end to pierce through its neck. It screams, the sound beginning to die in its throat, and goes limp.
Hunter lets go of the crowbar, and watches with a little horror at what he did. Then back to the stranger woman, a conflicted look on his face.]
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Hunter lets go of the crowbar, and watches with a little horror at what he did. Then back to the stranger woman, a conflicted look on his face.]