If one was looking at the Ramor particularly carefully they may have noted a slight tensing of his muscles as he peered out into the clearing. That small reaction was all that Jok made as his target seemed to fly into what he was guessing was the very centre of the island and then stopped. 

[i]Is it really going to be this easy?[/i] He thought to himself fervently, slowly adjusting his aim to compensate for the distance between him and his opponent’s location, which was negligible but still a concern for his silenced sub-machine gun. Considering he had positioned himself at the far northern edge of his forested region he was incredibly close to his foe, perhaps thirty or forty feet at most, which would serve him well considering his comparative lack of range with his current equipment.

He waited for a few moments, seeing if his foe would move suddenly or reveal the trap he presumed they were setting. His gun was trained on them the whole time, his finger now hovering over the trigger. His shock at seeing what seemed to be a flying human was palpable, but unnoticeable on the surface...