"Yeah...get outta here," Hunter leaned his crossbow against his shoulder when he saw the men start to take off. The leader cursed a blue streak at the rest of the men starting to run off.

"Hey, we don't wanna get arrested and these baby Bats will have their hands full with everyone else," yelped a skinny guy with a beanie into the leader's ear.

"Yeah, 'cept I'm not anythin' near a baby Bats, you know, it's not like we got team numbers on our backs," Hunter sneered. The flash grenade worked very well though because it warned off any straggling looters, and soon the department store was empty.

"Yer gonna get yours, ya losah," muttered the gang leader, who reluctantly backed off. "Just ya wait."

"I'm shakin' in my boots. In fact, tell all yer friends about me. I'm the Hunter." He shot the crossbow bolt straight at the man's head, but he flicked his wrist at the last second so it embedded itself into one of the metal columns near the door.