If the huntress is looking for a mighty opponent I have a few theories on how to catch it. I'd draw her out then we blast her up. We needed bait to catch the hunter.  I found a clearing in the forest that had few trees. There were bushes and logs, perfect for an ambush. Me, Angela, Tommy, and many other rangers each armed with guns. I faced her once. I shot her she knows I'm a threat or at least she better. 

We we're about to leave when Grandpa stopped me. He put his hand on my shoulder. 

"I'm coming with you boyo." 

"What? No way!" 

"She saw you injured. She wont think you're a threat. But me, I think she'll find me a threat." 

"Your kidding? It's only a theory."

"No. No. I'm coming with you boy." 

"No." 

"Sorry kiddo. I'm coming with you."

I let out a breath. As much as I hate to agree, he has a point. 

"Okay. Fine." I say. 

Grandpa nodded. We met up with Angela, Tommy, and the rangers. Angela had an axe. Tommy had a crossbow in his hands. 

"Do you even know how to use that?" I ask.

"Of course. My dad taught me. I've been shooting out of this thing for years." Tommy said. 

"I hope ya'll are ready." Angela said. 

"Let's kill that bitch." Grandpa said.