[Undyne would most certainly fit the description of one of those hunters. Reckless and strong are two deadly combinations, after all, for the hunter and the hunted.]

"...I hate to admit that you're right. So many people's hopes and dreams are riding on me and damnit, if I can't fight, then what good am I to them?" [She limps herself over to a nearby chair, small drops of blood falling near her armored boots.] "How can a doll like you provide such spot on advice anyways? Do you have a human soul in you?"