Abel sat at the stump of a tree that used to be, just sharpening his blades. He had several of them ofcourse, they were great for hunting but also they were part of his arsenal that made him very adept for combat. And even if he occupied only the last and rather secluded part of the woods, everyone knew about him..
Some called him dearly as a saviour and protector, some with fear, but almost everyone knew he was here and mostly he wanted no visitors. This preference was also known, the several signages and the folklore of the village folk ensured that much.. But sitting in that peaceful spot, he would find it different this evening..
The skies were turning into dusk, the orange and pink of the skies dancing perfectly and harmoniously together, which was disturbed by the sight of flying birds that would caw in high pitched shrill alerts of activity.. It forewarned Abel of the shuffled feet and sounds of crunching dead leaves.. was he under attack?
Jumping into alert at the notion, he quickly wrapped the sheath of his throwing blades around his waist and rose up, wasting no time to start climbing the tree beside his cabin.. Barely needing to go a few inches high, he would see the figure of 6-7 men running, but.. not towards him, no they were running towards the lake.. But why? A question that was make him grow inquisitive as he'd use his abilities of the jungle to jump tree trunk to tree trunk, wrapping himself around each one, with the use of his grappling hook.. if anything it ensured he'd have higher ground since none of the men carried a bow.. At best, he would be undetected as always..