Hit Em Right Between The Eyes [Liltotto/Lukas]

"Aight, we're almost there," Her flat tone called to her companion with another heavy step, looking back to make sure he was still there.

It was just a typical patrol with some department overlap, nothing weird to the Sternritter, but it was unusual that she was able to get Lukas for a pairing this time. The last time they had a proper conversation it wasn't the best, and with what was currently happening she had some want to reconnect, but she knew the guy was stubborn as a dog with prey in it's mouth.

She did double, no, triple check of if any Hollows were reported to have been in the area, nothing she heard sounding conclusive - their presence was a just in case, which worked out fine for her idea, which was finding common ground. Trees towered over them as they made it to a clearing, enough space to set up a camp.

"Kay, we can drop down here. M' starving anyway." Dropping her bag, she'd unzip a part of it to pull out a well wrapped freezing sandwich - one of a great many, which she unflinchingly started chewing through as she'd pull the tent out,

"I'll get it set up, be ready to go hunting... With a bit of a twist," Of the two long cases that were tethered to her bag, she'd toss one to Lukas, being surprisingly light.

Inside was a traditional bow with the fixings to operate it, grinning at him through a half smile as the tent was rolled out, "No reishi."

Pitching the tent in a relaxed fashion - such a thing seeming to be excessive in the modern day, there were rather nice tents you could simply pop up, but she preferred to bring her own that was a little more manual with it's familiarity and comfort. Looking back to Lukas as she got the foundational portions put up, her brows were raised,

"Pretty sure we can bag a rabbit or stag or somethin'," Her lazy voice spoke nonchalantly, both bows appearing to be well cared for but definitely used with small specks of wear, "They really don't make bows like they used to, took a lot of looking around to find somebody that didn't make em all tricked out and shit."

Though, past her reminiscing, her eyes narrowed with a bit of good humor from her, "You can unclench your jaw, by the way. With all that stress stench you'll scare off everything in the woods. What's got you so on edge? There aren't any hollows to worry about, i'd know before we so much as hear any footsteps."

"Scent never lies," She'd speak with a fleeting murmur, testing her gear with idle practice, as if she hardly had to think about it to ensure it was up for the task ahead.

"Sure, you could call it that," Coming to her feet, she was set and looking like a proper hunter, bow at her side, "Let's get a move on, then."

As the two would get set, she'd walk alongside Lukas, senses spread to look for scents and signs of prey, her voice lowered to a near whisper, "Don't beat the shit outta the animals with your fists, killer. We're doing this, no brutality - they aren't enemies, they're just wildlife going about."

Looking, searching, soon she'd spot distinct tracks - they weren't too old. Motioning for Lukas to follow, the two would soon be creeping up on a herd of grazing deer, varying ages and sizes; a full herd, so to speak.

"Aw, some kiddos in there,' she'd calmly point out the occasional doe with a growing fawn at their sides, several young bucks with varying sizes of antlers scattered about the clearing catching her eye, "Which one you gunning for?"

A brush of irritation hit her with his sharp, incorrect reply, shooting a look at him, "Whoever told you that's a dumbass; that ain't an instant kill, brain's still intact, there's going to be a good while where it's still processing shit," Her voice was kept low as not to frighten any critters or disturb the hunt in any way, "You kill em how you kill hollows; their heart. Either run a good shot through it or down it and cut an artery on it's neck and bleed it out. Means it doesn't suffer for long."

With the two of them positioned before the herd, her eyes caught that oddity before Lukas spoke up; it was strange to behold, but there wasn't any active hollow reports or strong scents to lend the thought they were in any trouble, even the fauna seemed peaceful.

"I'll give it a look after I down one," Calmly, she pulled the bow's string taut, aiming for a mere moment before an arrow whistled through the air, the fragility of nature presenting itself as one of the older bucks went from his peaceful grazing, to crumpling to the ground - motionless. The rest of the herd barely reacted to the fall of one of their own with how quick and efficient a kill it was, the twitch of a few ears and the raise of a head or two the only noticeable reception.

"They're gonna figure out what's going on, you got a minute or two if you wanna down one," She'd give him a gentle elbowing before creeping off to investigate the oddity.

It happened in a flash; as Lukas looked in the direction of the trail, a brilliant flash would blind the senses, tearing through trees and foliage as the moment went from mundane hunting to a blinding shot of energy, a flourish of spiritual pressure coming and going in what felt like an instant. A perfect hole was carved through the path Liltotto had fired that destructive flash through, as if the light itself ate away anything that touched it's brilliance.

At the end of that path would be the dark body of a hollow that was stalking through the trees, a gigantic hole in what was once it's mask, the body slipping down and hitting the floor with a lazy thud. It died so quickly it's body momentarily convulsed. The blonde herself had a cold and disinterested look, not even facing the man she had gone on this outing for.

"Thirty-one thousand eight hundred," She'd calmly state that figure, wondering if that alone meant anything to him at this point - she earnestly couldn't tell, her voice had shifted from that friendly tone to one more monotonous and cold, "That was how many lives you took from one city. Just people living, all suddenly dead by your hands."

Facing him, those plain eyes she normally bore were gone, instead digging into the young man like blades, "What compelled you to rob so many lives? What went through your mind as you did it? Do you regret it, your choice? Would you have done something different, if you could go back? Would you have stopped yourself? Or do other's lives mean so little to you that you have never looked back?"