[One more pound of the hammer against the gore and mush of the octopus, and the called name had him snap to attention. He was visibly breathless in the dark, oozing red, and as he lifted the now-dripping hammer to wield it one-handed, he raised it high in triumph.]

First, the octopus fuckers... next, the slasher!

[He tapped the flat of the hammer into his hand and looked around, something like a wild animal in search for the next hunt.]

I'll make my rounds near the cabins... hunt the hunter... get him with his own weapon, see how he likes it!