Aila jumped at the sudden loud noise and turned around wide-eyed at the man standing in the doorway; her breathing stopped as her heart leapt out of her chest. The hunter's look of confusion contorted into one of malice. He stepped into the small room, observing her. In one quick fluid movement, she grabbed the lamp and swung it at him; he dodged it and smirked.
His six-foot frame she found was quite hard to smash an object over their head. Especially if they were trained like this man who easily dodged her. On her second attempt, he grabbed the lamp and yanked it out of her hands, throwing it to the side as he continued with his slow steps towards her. She automatically stepped backwards but then abruptly stopped. She needed to knock this guy out so she could meet the others and get the hell out of there.
