He understood what she was going for, and he crept closer to his side. He knew she wouldn't want them to be killed, even thought that would probably be the quietest way, a slightly ruthless part of himself thought. But instead he strung his crossbow through the leather holster on his back, and lept on his quarry, placing his gloved hand on his mouth to stifle the muffling and thwacking him good and hard on the head with his fist. It didn't bring him down and he flailed, Hunter sucked in his breath, thinking if he whacked the wall a bit someone would notice, so he dragged him through the store, trying not to step on the crackly glass. He thwacked him again hard in the soft part of his neck where a pressure point was, and he finally went down.