"You bring your problems and your battles into this world and then blame humans for responding to them," she replied tightly. Ringer was blatantly shivering against the cold, making it difficult to speak. Her gun aimed true at the now vacant space, waiting and somehow knowing that the woman had moved. There was no reason for her to remain there, particularly if she could see beyond the snow that was clearly of her own making.

The hunter didn't need to hear footsteps to catch sight of her explosives being messed with, not two feet away from her. It was a set back and one noted with frustration. It wasn't enough to start a long-term conflict over when she could come and try again at a later time. On the other hand, Ringer was clearly in a situation that might result in her death.

Now knowing that the woman was in a different place, she fired her 9mm into the emptiness where no one could be hurt. It was for the noise, in the hopes of drawing someone nearby. She quickly holstered her weapon not a moment later, her hand already near numb, figuring the holster would be a safer place to hold the gun without losing feeling in her fingers entirely.

"Your people take human lives and ask humans to accept that as inevitability," she shot back. Ringer crossed her arms tightly, fingers tucking up beneath her arms in a vain attempt to stay warm. "I won't."