[ There's a nagging feeling at the base of his neck. The feeling that he's being watched. Years of fighting off the sea creatures had honed his instincts, and crafted them perfectly. He was a predator of the ocean, these days. Perfect and lean, made for stalking.
So he didn't like the feeling that he was being stalked. He disliked it a great deal, if he were in fact honest.
He kept walking for a few moments, letting the feeling settle, in case it were just him reacting to the new environment. When it didn't settle, he pulled the sharp diving shiv from his boot. He stopped, and turned, examining the land behind him, searching.
His breath echoed in his helmet, loud, but not so loud that he couldn't hear the rest of the world around him. He almost laughed.
Someone wanted to hunt the sea predator, they would have a steep obstacle to overcome. The supposed prey themselves. ]
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So he didn't like the feeling that he was being stalked. He disliked it a great deal, if he were in fact honest.
He kept walking for a few moments, letting the feeling settle, in case it were just him reacting to the new environment. When it didn't settle, he pulled the sharp diving shiv from his boot. He stopped, and turned, examining the land behind him, searching.
His breath echoed in his helmet, loud, but not so loud that he couldn't hear the rest of the world around him. He almost laughed.
Someone wanted to hunt the sea predator, they would have a steep obstacle to overcome. The supposed prey themselves. ]