If his reaction to the wolfsbane hadn't been enough, Devon sniffing the can clinched it. Didn't these wolves know any better? She shook her head as her fingers ran over the smooth silver blade of her throwing knife. Unlike other hunters, she had no problem killing the flea bitten mutts on two legs. If anything it made it a much more even fight in her opinion.
As soon as she heard furniture shoved against the door, Elaine sprung into action and ran over to the outside of the window in his bathroom. She would be a poor hunter if she hadn't taken the time to get to know the layout of the motel and his room. She waited for him and couldn't help the smirk when she saw him crawl out the window. How did his species survive this long? They were so stupid and reacted immediately instead of actually thinking things through. Ah well, it made hunting that much easier for her. Looking around the area, thrice, Elaine made sure no one was around to watch. She took out one of her knives and hurled it at Devon. She aimed for his right hand where it leaned against the wall but at the last second he had moved it and the blade lodged itself firmly in the cheap stucco. Shit.