"There, about fifty paces ahead of you." Reier nodded and drew back on the bow string in his hand. There was a difference he couldn't describe to wielding Sun and Stead as weapons, the slight green tint of Sun as a shardblade shifted as Stead flowed into the shape of an arrow and settled before he released. He closed his eyes as he felt the impact. there wasn't any sound. There never was when he hunted like this. He lowered his hand as sun dropped back to the ground taking on his normal shape and sliding beside him. "You were risking the curse again." Reier frowned, he'd been trying to ignore that. He'd sought the Old magic of the Valley on Roshar when he first became a Knight Radiant. Any person on Roshar could do it once in their life, the sought out the Nightmother and asked a boon of her, she would grant it and give a curse as well. He'd asked that he be able to kill the spren he'd bonded and in exchange he'd feel every blow he struck with them. When he was calm he only felt the physical impact, but when the Thrill was riding him he could feel that last moment of terror as a person or creature died, the shock from his first battle after the Valley had nearly killed him. "I wasn't thinking about that, all I could think about was one of you being in danger. You said yourself it feels like one of the unmade, what if it can hurt you like they could? It may not be of Odium but we've seen things on other worlds that could do worse than Ryse ever could. Imagine it a forger had stamped you and made you forget what you were?" He bent down and scooped up the dead rabbit from under where Stead was hover to mark the spot and hung it next to the others on his belt. "Then nothing would happen, I've told you before we are tied to your spirit web. that's why we can't go far from you anymore. If this world was tied to the cognitive realm that wouldn't be the case. This beast whatever it is though worries me, if it can truly attack a the soul like a shardblade or honorblade then it's more dangerous than the others know, and it's not as mindless as the town's people think." Reier grunted as he held out his hand letting Stead drop into his hand in the shape of a short knife and quickly field dressed the five rabbits he'd caught as before pulling the wire framed ruby from his bag. "Storming contraption is dun, and those rations didn't give me enough to make light." He put the stone aside and used his shardblade to cut free a couple tree branches before arranging them for a fire and pulling out his tinder box and striking a spark.