"Less people to get in the way."
That's all the rider had to say once the woman spoke his burning gaze turning upon the two earlier. He did not care if they followed him, if the woman was looking to kill he didn't care so long as her bullets where not at his directions. He took the hat off revealing the fullness of his transformations, from the top of his head down even to his gloved hands and booted feet he was fallen. His semi-long horns just able to be hid (rather uncomfortably) under a hat. Few people looked like him let alone kept their mind, some would say he pulled the genetic lottery being able still keep his general dashing human features, without the scales a normal person could say he was handsome. However with the cons benefits insured wither it was his protective scales, his strength, or even aging it promised him one thing: A long life.
"Fallen messed with a friend of mines livestock, they have a hive near here. For the sake of a nearby town I've been paid to deal with it." He stated pulling his reigns. "Not too far- I'll split the reward for who comes that's bout it." He grunted shrugging.