It was a cold one tonight, the moon as bright as could be, yet it was the night that one rised once again...The Bloodmoon Huntress...she would turn into a ghost of blood...but none the less, she too can be beat at her own game with a few tricks and brain-power...but tonight unfortunately...there may not be time to think...Kim'dael, The Bloodmoon Huntress was not far...like a corrupted banther stalking you... "Ehe..." She hissed with the cold wind of course she hissed in a British accent