Rick closes his eyes and projects his senses out of the cave.
"They're near," he said, " and they're armed."
He looks around the cave, his eyes falling on the injured girl's face. Wait a minute... she looks like...
Rick turns toward the cave entrance and walks out. "Stay here," he wihispered back.
*A group of three hunters walks toward the cave. As they approch it, they see a figure exit from its opening and run at them. Two of them run to meet the figure, weapons drawn. Getting into positions opposite from each other, they hold out their blades and charge at the shadow. Shortly after, they lie on the ground dead, having accidently stabbed each other. The leader, an individual with a mask covering their entire face, sees the figure walking slowly towards it. It pulls out a throwing knife and tosses it at the figure. The shade catches it and returns the throw. The leader ducks and the blade whistles harmlesly overhead. Relieved, they get up...
And finds the figure standing right in front of them.*
"I'm back," Rick said, carrying a prone form into the cave. He props the tied-up individual against the wall in a sitting position.
"Their leader," he said before anyone could ask. "The other two tried to kill me, but ended up impaling each other. I used the Vulcan neck pinch on our friend there." He looked back. "Not everyone is truly evil. He can be changed."
He turned back to the masked figure, who was beginning to stir. "I'd better remove the mask so that he can breathe..."
Rick pulled off the mask... and stared at the person.
"Um... make that 'she'..."
"I know you."