Martin  had been in pursuit of two obviously supernatural creatures for the better part of two hours.

The mortal was a determined hunter however, and he would trail after the man ad the woman all night long if he had to in order to get the perfect opprotunity to make his move. Timing, as he had learned in his ten years as a hunter, was everything.

Though he was not sure precisely what it was that he was dealing with, a part of him was unable to risk the enticement of such a pursuit. He followed the man and the woman, believing that he was unnoticed an unseen.

The mortal did not go about his job in paranoia, but with a sense of confidence that came along with knowing you had the very best training, and that came with believing that you were doing the right thing, regardless.

It was that kind of certainly that drove the mortal. He'd engaged some of the most exotic creatures both natural and supernatural. Vampires, Were-Cats, Were-Wolves, Wendigo, it was all the same to him. He loved the thrill of the hunt, the danger that supernatural prey carried along with it.

It had occured to him, that  perhaps he ought to find out what these two were before trying to engage them.

He did not entertain the thought long enough however. As the man and the woman both transformed from their seeming humanoid appearance into what they truly were, both spreading out wicked, batlike wings, he began to realize his error in judgement.

Before he could do anything about it however, they were both already soaring into the air in flight, their target, him.