[Trakadon]

Roland smiled at Makoto and waved at her. "Yo miss little hunter girl~" He reached down to one of the hunters and picked up a radio that was laying on him. "Did you like my little act?" He slowly stood up and started to walk off the pile of hunters. The hunters were all in the same condition but some where still alive, but barely so. "Unfortunately I went a bit overboard and I took out all the hunters before they had a chance to call you back. So I took the liberty." Roland tossed the radio at Makoto's feet and started to brush himself off. Despite the condition of the hunters there was no blood on Roland's clothes save for his shoes and the bottom of his pant legs which were gleamed a wet crimson color.

After brushing himself off Roland placed his hands in his pant pockets and exhaled smoke. "I told you I wouldn't be so kind the next time we meet."