"Aye we could, but our goal isn't to take out the whole Connlaoth army. Our goal is to escape. Those hunters carry whistles to signal reinforcements. While i have no doubt we could take them out, I for one do not wish to battle waves upon waves of enemies. We still might get detected, but we should try to signal as few as we can"
He turned to creep into the forest further yet, holding a hand out to motion his companion to stop. A hunter stood several feet in front of them. Zod silently rushed and plunged his blade through the man's back and out of his chest. The short bow he was carrying dropped to the ground, as he gave a weak but sure whistle from the one he held in his mouth. He used his last breath to accomplish this feat, before collapsing onto the ground.
Although the whistle wasn't heard by many, he could sense the pattering of more hunters converging onto their location. Zod turned around, and motioned forwards to a bush with his head. He dove into it, and waited for the hunters to find their kin.