A/N - Okay, I swear it's like my computer is hating on me. Bear with me everyone, I'll try to figure out why this keeps happening.

"...are you nuts? Shooting from here will just scare 'em off. Nobody could hit them from here." The leader said, talking to one of the hunters and the rest of them standing around. "But what about our families? We need to get this one, or we'll have to come back nothing!" One said, others nodding in agreement, but the leader shook his head. "Of course we need this, but now is too soon! We need to wait a bit longer."

The group was hiding at the edge of the woods, but their target was out on the plains, a huge beast a dozen meters tall and half as large. It was lazily eating fruit off a lone tree. One person was keeping watch as close as they dared, the only female hunter of the group. She, as well as the rest of them, were half human and half animal. She sported the long ears of a spotted lynx, her hair and fur matching in light-brown color with dark-grey spots.

Grabbing her bow, she comes back to the group. She felt their gazes, but they knew not to mess with their best hunter. The leader looked at her, hoping for news of the beast coming closer. "It hasn't moved since this morning. It seems to be resting from travel or a fight with another creature." She says, seeing their eyes look down in disappointment.

"Damn it...we can't stay forever, we're just wasting provisions..." The man scowls, then looks to the group. "I'm sorry, but we have to find another-"

"Leader!" The female interrupts him, standing in front of him. "I can do this. I will take down that beast." "You...Syrenne, you know I have utmost respect for your abilities, but not even you can..." He slowly stops, the woman's eyes blazing with confidence and strength. She didn't simply think she was capable, she knew it. With a sigh, he gives up. "Okay. You're the only one I trust here to actually hit and damage it, not just anger it. As soon as we hear it scream, we'll flank it on both sides. You got that, boys? No fear, no mercy!"

Everyone got into their positions. As Syrenne walks away, the leader puts his hand on her shoulder. "Syrenne" "hm...?" "Don't miss."

She walks off to the edge of the forest. "I never miss."

She was watching the beast again. She knew her targets. The eyes...there were four of them, and every hunter knew that the eyes were the perfect target to avoid harming the pelt of an animal. In this case, however, only the best-placed arrows could even start piercing its hide, so it becomes a necessity to shoot all of its eyes, hopefully getting its brain behind it in the process to succesfully take it down. Four arrows, and then more afterwards if it doesn't stop.

Syrenne smiles to herself. "Not making it too easy on yourself, am I..?" After choosing her finest arrows, she takes a deep breath, readies her first shot and aims. She looks at the tip of the arrow. Fine steel from human forges. Not the best bunch to get along with, but they knew how to make an arrow pierce deep and make the victim bleed fast. That, together with her smooth and solid handmade shafts, it'd be a while before she'd have the luck to make such a perfect arrow anytime soon.

'It's time to hunt. Aim true. No hesitation'

The arrow flies. The wind had stopped. All eyes were following it, minus four. Or three, as the arrow cleanly pierces one and continues to bury itself into its skull. An ungodly roar follows the fact, crimson blood covering its face before another arrow finds lodging in its second eye. Arrows start raining from each side, mostly bouncing off its flank as it half-blindly charges towards Syrenne. Every footfall shook the earth, but nothing could sway her aim. As battlecries were being heard, she lets a third arrow fly, whizzing in the air and straight into another eye. This time, it didn't seem to have even flinched, coming faster towards her, leaving seconds before she'd get crushed.

The creature wasn't stupid though, as it realized its enemy was aiming for its last eye and closed it, not needing its sense of sight anymore, relying on smell and hearing.

It hears the twang of Syrenne's bow. It could only give one final death screech is it fell at the edge of the forest, seeing the humanoid creature that single-handedly killed it.

She smiles, heart still racing and body pumped full of adrenaline. She was quickly surrounded by her fellow hunters, congratulated for her incredible feat. "How the friggin hell..? It couldn't have taken just three..?" The leader goes up to her, but she ignores his comment, inspecting the beast's eyes. She pulls out her second and third arrows, then her first with a bit of difficulty. The she puts her hand into its first eye socket again, the others looking away for being squeemish at the sight. Understandable, Syrenne thought, as almost her whole arm was in it.

She rips out a fourth arrow, the shaft and her arm completely covered in blood and gore, pink flesh stuck in the metal arrow tip, and looks back at the group. "Sorry for disapointing you, but it took four, not three."

With this successful hunt, Syrenne and the others head back to the village, hunting some small game on the way.