"And who you must be, hm?" The huntsman glanced up and down at you through his mask.

"Betrayer, I see.. You are an ex-athenian." He said in a low, gruff voice.

"I hate both Spartans and athenians, child. Your death means nothing to me, just like the other nonentities who claim to be somebody or worth something."

He paces back and forth, silently, his footsteps did not make a sound, along with his armor gear.

It was getting dark and foggy, so it was quite hard to see him in the forest.