He could see and hear him just barely, but sharpening his senses anymore than they were was out of the question. The rain was deafening with distant thunder and light reflected off all the wrong places because of the water, muddling his awareness of the surroundings. His grip tightened on both his weapons as he watched, waited.

He couldn't wait for him forever, though. Neither could he turn around and walk away.

A chance lunge.