Adam silently moved through the trees, his grey eyes focusing on everything. He spotted the slumbering shape from a fair distance, and began to move closer. With a whisper of movement, he leaped to the nearest tree and began to climb upwards, grunting with effort every couple of seconds. He leapt from branch to branch, landing with a loud thud each time. He fixed his gaze upon the man, who had chosen to sleep in the clearing. Not a bad idea.
He dragged clawed hands through his hair, straightening the tangled silver locks as best he could. He leaned forward, growling softly, then sprung. He shot through the air like a bullet, hands snapping into bestial claws, face contorted into an expression of pure rage. All his anger focused upon this one target, he would end this nice and quick. How dare this interference be tolerated for so long! Who had sent yet another assassin after him? When would this end?
Adam focused on the arms, already in motion. As he leapt and spun through the air, he pulled out his guns but before he could line up his shot, a wave of force launched him backwards.
He slammed into the wall, hard. He stood, feeling his cracked ribs knitting back together. His guns had flown from his hands, but there was no time to get them. Besides, guns weren't the only weapons he had. He was a weapon. He coated himself in the bricks that scattered around him. Shaping his fists into large hammers, he charged his opponent, leaping and swinging with all the force he could muster.