As time went by, nothing could be found. Neither of the two could identify the cause of their unease. Jessica could feel her skin was being pricked by needles, as if she was in danger. Only there was nothing there.
No sound, with little sight, what she could see didn’t show anything. There were a number of clouds with moonlight showering erratic spots on the ground. Showing everything was normal.
With absolutely no discoveries, Jessica finally moved as silently as she could. Having originally taken the route from behind the carriage. This time, she took a bit of an unusual method of sliding from the top to the driver's seat.
Not being able to make it out, it took a moment for her to finally see the shadowy outline of the snow wolf. It was laying down, as if the feeling of danger was all in her mind. With a harden expression, she moved, back towards the fire.
Sitting down, acting natural as if it was time to switch watch. She feigned a yawn before speaking, “I feel like something isn’t right. But, I can’t tell what it is.”
Standing up to stretch, in much the same way, Saleh was faking that everything was normal. During a downward stretch with his hands stretched towards his feet, he was still watching his surroundings. After stretching, he spoke softly, “It isn’t as strong as a gaze…”
Trying to find the right feeling, “Though I feel like I am being watched. However, it isn’t very strong, almost as if it is not real, and I’m just imagining it.”
Unsure of what to think, Jessica finally just spoke out the possibilities to see what stuck for Saleh, “It is very possible we are just imagining it. We have been inside the tribe for two months. The snow wolf is showing zero signs there is anything wrong.”
Hearing this, Saleh nodded. As Jessica was about to speak again, Saleh very suddenly kicked at her. Because of the difference in position, him standing and her sitting. He very nearly kicked her in the face. Having been on guard, she brought her hands up as his foot made contact with her guard.
Saleh didn’t stop after doing this, he very quickly back-pedaled to draw distance, Jessica did the same. Having been kicked backwards, she rolled back. Creating distance on her end.
At the very second after their scuffle, there was the sound of glass breaking. The campfire that had been pretty weak before was in an uproar as if some high combustible fuel had been splashed on it, creating a loud explosion.
It was only then that a series of heavy steps could be heard. Both Jessica and Saleh could feel the negative emotions bubbling to the service in their minds. It might not be the worst case scenario, however, it was by no means a standard attack.
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Avoiding the worst case scenario, their instincts had been able to warn them of danger, meaning their opponents had done a lot of work. The chances of there being someone at Grade D was possible, even likely. Though them being able to feel their approach meant that at best there was only one, the rest being below. With an emphasis on Grade F.
If there was only Grade E, the sense of danger would only come after the attack. A Grade D because, expecting the worst, only leads to pleasant surprises. In the same sense, a Grade C, didn’t matter what they did.
As if being punctual, a group of hooded and masked individuals appeared by the time both of them had recovered from the sudden attack. With a small variety of sizes, they were all wearing black robes with hoods, having the lower half of their faces covered in a piece of fabric likely pulled up to their noises. Completely hiding their identities.
Two Grade E and five Grade F attacked both of them at the same time. In total, it was too hard to count, they currently had to deal with their seven advisories. From an outside perspective, the two were circled by their seven respectively, leaving a small group to move towards the carriage.
The very obvious person with Grade D mana was the first to speed towards the carriage.
Jessica felt a gaze from the direction of Saleh as she dodged a punch, without turning her head she shook it back and forth. It was unknown if Saleh understood. Without time to use any other signal, it was the only thing she could do, hoping it got through.
A silence had taken over the carriage, as there was not a single peep since the beginning. It was unknown if Cassie had heard what was going on or had the sound isolation on. Either way, as the Grade D made contact with the carriage door, there was a reaction.
A shadow had been waiting in the dark. After whatever was thrown at the fire, causing an explosion. Light coming from the fire was very bleak. Leaving almost everyone present to use the little light from the moon shining through the clouds.
It was not surprising he hadn’t seen it. Jessica had unclipped a portion of the harness, causing the snow wolf to wake up and gaze at her as she moved towards the fire. This didn’t allow the snow wolf to slip out, though it did allow it an escape from the carriage itself.
After attacking the Grade D, there were a number of noises as the two started to fight in the dark. In the short amount of time this happened, Jessica and Saleh were in competition to see who could deal with their opponents first.
It was not omnipotent, though the waves of mana around a combatant would alert their opponent to their current progression. Saleh had just barely reached middle of Grade E, while Jessica was a smidgen above that.
Having considered the two to be equal in combat, both of them had two low Grade E, combined with five high Grade F each. Even with an advantage in mana, Jessica fell behind. Having killed one Grade F that had showed an opening, Saleh was down two, while injuring another.
Jessica was currently in a position she wasn’t combat ready, she had made the mistake of not clipping her daggers to the wrist straps, causing her movements to be less optimal. She was already in a position she was facing seven opponents that had a semblance of teamwork, thus in a difficult position.
Saleh’s very hands were his most powerful weapon, his instincts, with every strand of hair that turned blue, grew stronger. Allowing him to seize every single opportunity he was given. Fueled by a hidden rage, believing it was no coincidence, they had just left the tribe before they were attacked.