"This woman is sick," Eve said while we watched Gretel firing her gun at the skinwalker slash in army uniform, who probably sensed us being here.
Not only does she aim the enemies between their eyes, but she must have been trained since she was a kid to be good like this.
"I would still prefer knives to guns," I told Eve.
"Yes, sure, since you excelled in hand-to-hand combat and near-range targets. But Gretel is human; that's why she has to be a far ranger like what she is doing now. I watched Caleb training for like a week. I would wake up every day to her shouting, bullying Caleb," Eve said, chuckling.
"I hope Gretel hits some sense in your boyfriend's head," I told her, smiling and not minding the sounds of guns near us.
"She did. Caleb changed a bit when they talked for an hour or so one day. Maybe Caleb realized that hunters are meant to be taken seriously and that there is no room for cowardness," Eve said.
