Spell Weaver

Lyra swung her dagger, cutting the head of one of the four hunters. 

His head dropped to the floor, causing the rest of them to jump back in surprise.

They looked around with their guns up, searching for Lyra, but to no avail.

Giving them no chance to retaliate, Lyra slashed the second hunter's head off.

The remaining two hunters began firing at their dead comrade, hoping to hit whatever was killing them, their faces utterly terrified at the ongoing situation.

'Shadow Meld.'

Lyra was quick to rush out of the way of the bullets as she melded back into the shadows.

She quietly circled the remaining two, waiting for an opportunity, as her shadow danced due to the muzzle flash from their constant gunfire. 

It soon stopped, however, as both of them began to reload in panic.

Lyra sprang into action, causing one more hunter to lose his neck as she silently watched his head slide off his shoulders.