[say]"Not before, and not since."[/say] In his entire life, twenty-eight years of it, Halo had never been victim to the attacks of these cultists. In all actuality, the hunter did not even know they existed until the Eirachi helped them attack the Citadel. It was, however, a new threat that made him hyper-aware each time he stepped foot out the new, fortified gates they had built in response. Cannibals, cultists, and wildlife were a constant reminder that he needed to be on guard at all times. Especially on a mission like this -- moving through the Fangs, where he imagined the cultists to have lived. While that speculation could not be met with full certainty, it was the most logical explanation to the native Halovian.
Moving behind Loren, Noah kept his attention high. The cackle that echoed through the cave made him startle in a way that he only knew how to. The movements were rapid and clean, the removing of his bow, stealing an arrow from the quiver, and nocking it with ease. It was almost faster than he could blink his own eyes. While, unlike the other two men, he did not recognize the source of the voice, he could feel the intentions of it.
