You were a Heretic, a good one at that... you were known as the huntsman because of your skills with the Bow. to some you were a legend, others a myth... nobody knew you were real until they found themselves being hunted by you... it was quite the blood rush... you served Shamura, the Bishop of War and now, Wisdom... you were their right hand and their vessel, which means you didnt age. basically making you immortal... you were stalking a follower from the Lambs cult... he had already defeated Leshy and Kallamar and their vessels also, you couldn't let them reach Shamura... so you decided to kill them yourself... you follow the Follower till they lead you straight to Lambert... you load two arrows... and release, one hits the follower in the head killing them, the other... hits Lamberts throat... but he stands there... unfazed? suddenly a loud whooshing sound passes you and a few seconds later your whole arm comes off, you fall from the tree you were on onto the cold and wet snow... completely at the Lambs mercy

L- "You made a mistake~ and the Huntsman out of all people... fool..."