Predator of darkest black

It watched as the pink things continued to search through the forest for what it assumed was itself. It had known that would happen when it retreated from the battle though. I was obvious there were divisions inside of the group from the beginning.

They attacked not like a organized army, group of friends, or even simply a pack under a single leader but instead as disorganized groups that while working for a single goal didn't full trust one another. Which is why it had decided on is current strategy. That of the stalking spider, it would separate them into small and manageable groups that it could take with precision and efficiency.

Of course it knew things would not be so easy based on the information it has picked up in the fight with these things. A big one being they were glass nails in combat, able to put out decently powerful amounts of damage but in the end falling under even a small blow with no shell to protect them from damage.

They had made up for this slightly by using metal to cover themselves but even still it was not enough to stop its nail from simply slicing deeply into their flesh like it wasn't even there. Though it would admit some of them submitted themselves as a larger problem than the rest.

With there strong arms, much tougher shells of metal, and the ability to keep up with it in a battle of magic and speed. Truly such warriors quickly became a threat as the fight wore on and eventually even caused significant damage after hit its mask full force when it was distracted by yet another projectile thrower.

The resounding crack it had felt at the first sign of real damage to itself was like a bell in its head screaming in warning as a deeply instilled instinct told it that the breakage of its mask would result in something very bad for everything in the area. Which is why in the end it has decided to retreat and go with its current strategy.

Thus it watched as the group closest to it walked under the tree it was hiding in. It was truly stunning how they didn't even bother to look up into the trees in there search, as they most definitely were alert based on what it had learned from observing them for the past hours. They simply seemingly forget that the up direction was a viable area for something to hide.

Of course it had to punish such incompetence, and with barely a sound it lowered its self until behind the most disconnected member of the group.

Then faster than the naked eye could see it had dragged her into the trees and cut her throat with its nail. It repeated this process twice more before the rest of the group noticed their missing members and started screaming for them in what it guessed was fear and stress. It decided that moment was its time to strike.

Dropping out of the tree behind them it stabbed the obvious leader of the group all the way through with its nail. Causing the others to look on in what it guessed was shock. Of course that shock and hesitation costed them dearly as it quickly removed its nail from the male and cut the throat of the projectile thrower of the group and grabbing a nail warrior by the throat.

With a dismal use of strength it broke the things neck with a crunch as it threw the body into another nail warrior to turn on the final member of the party. A young male with black hair and hazel eyes, he had tears of water dripping out of his eyes as he looked upon its form in fear. It looked upon this child and felt.. pity.

It was obvious the boy while a mage of this land was not a master or able to threaten it in any way. Still it could not let a survivor flee to inform the rest of its kind of it's location of tactics, and it had no way to communicate with it to dissuade it from doing so. So it grabbed the boy by the hands and closed his eyes, and with a small application of soul forced calm and sleep upon the boy.

Then with him held in its arms it chopped off the boys head as quickly as possible to prevent pain. After doing so it turned back to the matter at hand. Most likely the one he had thrown a fellow into was still alive and it still needed to finish the job.

Coming across said thing it quickly ended its life as it was obvious something important had been broken when it had been been it by its fellow. With this last death though it was left in a field of body's that with time would decompose into the earth or feed a nearby animal.

With a sweep of its hand it cleaned its nail and continued on in its slaughter killing party after party for hours. Until eventually after four party deaths they got smart and clumped up for the night ahead. With the night though we're these things got tired it was as awake as ever and with yet another layer of concealment helping it's efforts.

Which is how it ended up above there camp in a nearby tree watching them at work. Some were building structures of that silk-like material were yet others were cooking animals and plants for food. The thing that really got its attention though was the individual that the group of things had apparently chosen as there leader as the male directed the rest of them to certain tasks and chores around the area.

That male would be its target within the coming hours and with his death hopefully it would cause the retreat of the greater force of enemy's away from the forest. If not?

Well then the enemy force was quite a bit smaller than what it once was and it was sure if it came to violence it would win.