The bullet whizzed right past Connor's head, embedding in the tree behind him. It was only after he dove behind a boulder that he felt the Buzz of another Immortal approaching.
"Gets me every time!" a familiar voice laughed mockingly. A surge of annoyance rushed through Connor as he stepped out of hiding.
"Bringing a gun to a sword fight again, I see." He glared at the lean figure of Ian Edgerton perched on a nearby rock formation.
The FBI agent grinned wolfishly, cradling his rifle. "What can I say? I'm a Boy Scout! I'm always prepared."