Out of the darkness there's a gleam, accompanied by the swift sound of something cutting through the air, spinning. It's a knife, and its target is quite clear as it's been hurled right for the face of one of the bugs. Someone seems well acquainted of where to aim for these things.

"And here I thought I did a pretty good clean up job."

The figure's already got another knife in hand, tossing it in preparation of following through with another attack. The strange glowing blue gaze is the easiest thing to make out from the shadows, save for the amber light that spills out when the Exo speaks.

Ranger, meet Hunter.