[HoE] Heaven's bounty hunters

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Hmmm,

    Three words, Saint of Killers.  Preacher Comic.

    Or if you don't like that.  There are four hunters.  You see, though 
there are four horsemen, there are ALSO four orders of Angels, the orders of 
the Bull, Lion, Hawk, and Man.  (I think that's them).

    Bull: he's big, can get bigger.  brutal.  Unstoppable.  A being of great 
destructive power.  Like Juggernaut.  can't stand china shops either.  Think 
tough, no tougher than that... come on, much tougher than that!  You're not 
trying! If you want a scale, see above.

    Hawk: he's more subtle.  He's in mortal form, though very powerful 
mortal.  he's arrogant, distant, predatory but more surgical.  He first lets 
the hero knows he's on the case.  tall, lithe, quick, with knives and an 
ability for near invisibility, until he strikes.  suddenly, like the hawk, he 
comes down, lashes, and is gone.  Perhaps coming to strike again.   He 
relishes the anxiety of the damned.  he can come down at any time.

    Lion.  he is a personification of nature.  his human form is nothing, 
itdies quickly, and is reborn as an animal a while later.    He comes and 
hunts, every time getting killed, every time coming back, perhaps as multiple 
animals who hunt together, each time getting stronger.  First the man, then 
maybe the cat, a pack of dogs?  a swarm of bees?  A pride of lions?  a 
buffalo stampede? Or just a scorpion who comes in the night.  Some signature, 
something this hunter does to let the victime know its coming first may be 
cool.  An eerie silence perhaps as the wolrd calms.

    Man.  He is a man actually.  And this man is a tale teller.  WHo is on a 
fast motorcycle.  Aww, boring aint it?  Just a guy, on a bike, going to every 
settlement in the are, turning the people against him.  Wherever he goes, he 
is outcast.  Not even disguises work, he's been marked somehow by this 
teller.  It is not this man who is to be feared, soon all men are for every 
man will soon have a motive for this damned's head.  He can go nowhere, trade 
nothing, see no one, he is dead to the world, even though not dead yet.He'll 
regret his power, for even the smallest of men is now his enemy.

    Alos look in your In Nomine books people, I'm, sure we could think fo 
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