A silent, deadly hunter defends his woodland realm

Master of bow and sword, he cuts down trespassers without hesitation

Beasts of the forest follow his trail of death, waiting for their next meal

Disguised on the ground, or high in a lofty tree top, his ambush is unpredictable

His arrows can weave through the tightest snags of brush

Few travelers ever return from the shadows of the dark forest

The wood folk may sleep in peace tonight behind his bloody sword