Martegan came hunting the jungle cat phanx;
that’s not what he found.
He held his weapon level, whipping the sight from one dark corner to another. Spotting the impossible creature, shots were fired; he’d initially considered it a coveted trophy, and now was surrounded – by just one. It hunted him – “the hunter”.
He could hear it menacing; toying with him.
It attacked – silent, deadly. There was no such thing, yet it took Martegan out.