Little bits and pieces of woods, dirt, and dust peppered the air, blasted up by the gale of bullets that flew amongst the trees as Kraven exchanged gunshots with the thug. Wait...there was only one of them now. Both he and Kraven noticed this at relatively the same time, not that it stopped them fighting. Taking cover beneath a bush, a cussing Kraven looked out from the camouflage of leaves to see his enemy, who was obviously more determined, or too drunk, to realized the increasing peril of his situation. Having lost track of himself, the assailant left his back wide open. Kraven was just about to take the shot and put the sorry sucker out of his misery, when something stepped up from the shadows. A hulking figure covered in blood and wielding a large cleaver emerged from behind the poor bastard and with an excited grunt, it reduced his skull to a chunky, fleshy paste. "Ooooh...so...the fuck?" 

There wasn't much time to ponder the situation, as the large monstrosity of a man thing found seemed to catch a whiff of Kraven, wading through the foliage toward him, it's maw opening like something out of a horror movie. "Oooh no, I don't think so freak show." He backed away slowly with a disgusted scowl across his face, letting off a shot from one of his revolvers. "You can just back the fuck off with that mess!!" Drawing the second revolver, Kraven continued to pour bullets into the abominations face, neck, and chest region while he emptied the shells from his first, the empty casings clattering on the ground.