Hunter Being Hunted

It wasn't long after midday, the sun was out and the birds were chirping. A truely splendid day in the Land of Tea. Amongst the tree's in one of its many forests was a predator clad in black, and donning a wolf mask, steadily stalking its prey. The predator, Raiden, darted from tree to tree silently maintaining a safe distance from the wandering man. Raiden switched to his telescopic vision, he saw that the forest was coming to an end and a the beginning of a seemiingly endless field of lush green grass. Its now or never, he thought to himself. Slowly but surely he closed the gap between him and his target while still remaining deadly silent. Once he had reached a suitable gap between him and his strolling target, he grounded himself and stood still. His left arm reached for one of his two sheathed swords and took the Iaidō stance for a quick effective kill. Assassin's rule number 3 - speed: take out the target before the target notices your presence, he said in his head, reciting the last of the assassin rules. Moments later he launched himself at that man quickly and effortlessly with extreme prejudice.