He was a predator.
That was something I recognized, something I felt comfortable. Because I understood it.
I turned off my brain. It was time to hunt. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of blood in the body of the people down there. They were the only humans around, but were the closest. Who do you hunt is the kind of decision that must be taken prior to sniff out its prey. Now it was too late to make any choice.
