"Look at them all acting like cattle," Killian mutter under his breath as the five of us stand still, watching the scattering of prey in a splash of chaos.

The air reeks of greed, fear, and potential crime. My demons' favourite flavours.

"Motherfucking salivating is the word you're looking for, Kill. I'm gonna break some bones and drag fuckers across the ground. If anyone dares to stop me, they'll meet the same fate." Nikolai clenches and unclenches his fist, unable to hide his excitement for the hunt.

When we first discussed this initiation, Killian suggested this game. After I put it to vote, there was a unanimous agreement from the rest - Gareth included.

Considering the bow and arrows strapped to his back, he might not be as averse to violence as I previously thought.

He just prefers doing it in closed circles.

"That rubber on the arrows, Gaz?" Nikolai pokes the tips. "This probably won't hurt as much. Pick something else."

"I'll do." Gareth does a whole body search of Nikolai.

"Where's your weapon?"

He punches the air. "I prefer my bare fists."

"You won't be able to win with your fists." I swing my golf club, point at Killian's baseball bat, and then at the chain V is holding. "We'll be able to hunt more than you."

"That's what you think." He grabs the railing, shoves his mask against one of the cameras, and screams at the security who are watching every nook and cranny of the property. "You better keep the right count for each of us, motherfuckers, or I'll skin your balls for dinner."

"Hannibal Lecter much?" Gareth deadpans.

Nikolai's head swings in his direction. "You! Don't even think about intervening or playing the fucking pacifist tonight, cousin. I mean it."

Swinging the club over my shoulder, I step in the direction of the door.

"Where are you going?" Gareth asks from behind me. "The ten minutes aren't up yet."

I grin from beneath my mask but don't look back. "Since when do we play fair?"

His low chuckle and Nikolai's shouts about needing to jump down mix, then fade to nothingness.