The fight seemed to come back to Hunter when he heard his name mentioned. If it was someone who he actually knew, and who recognized him then he had to save them regardless. He turned his gaze to look at the girl who the vampire had just moments ago been holding in a death grip. His eyes widened momentarily as he made out her face in the poor lighting. "Morgan?" he inquired in disbelief. She would surely kill him, she hated him. When really, should should have been hating Cal.
Before he could really get back into the swing of fist throwing, the vampire before him caught fire. Slowly at first, then all at once he appeared to disappear behind the cloak of flames. Hunter raised an eyebrow at Morgan, obviously rather impressed by the sheer volume of her power. The remaining pair of vampires standing off to the side slightly seemed to be more shocked and scared than impressed and quickly turned on their heels and ran off down the street. A bit of a disappointment for Hunter who had been silently preparing himself for a good brawl.
It was completely amazing that, for a witch so new to what she was doing, she was so good at channeling her power when it came down to it. He snapped out of his awestruck moment to send a curious glance her way. "What brings you around to this sunny little town of Los Angeles, then?" he asked with a small smirk, regaining some of his snarky self.