He did not pause for even a moment after landing. With a short blade in each hand, the weapons crossed, he crouched atop a broken wall like a beast ready to spring, turning his head slightly as he locked onto the prey below.
His breathing was soft, so soft it was almost inaudible.
A purple-haired woman stood quietly on the group's flank.
She had long, silky purple hair and eyes of the same color, their corners tilted slightly upward. A quiet sharpness marked her features.
She held no weapon, merely folding her hands across her chest, but her eyes remained fixed on Killing Hall, an inscrutable light churning deep within her pupils.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze shifting from Killing Hall's Mangekyō Sharingan to his hands forming hand seals, then to the faint ripples spreading through the shallow water at his feet.
She seemed to be assessing something.
The remaining members of the God's Knights spread out as well.
A figure wearing a white skull mask and a dark hooded robe slipped soundlessly into the shadows of the ruins.
His steps were so light that not even a ripple disturbed the shallow water.
A gloomy-looking blonde girl with a small flower tucked into her hair stood at the rear of the group, her head lowered, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes and her lips pressed lightly together.
Two burly, ferocious-looking beastlike figures landed at the outer edges, one on either side, blocking the Night Owl Guard's routes around the flanks.
They were nearly twice the size of ordinary people, with bulging muscles around their shoulder blades and claws that gleamed coldly in the dim daylight.
Seven people, plus Shamrock and Saint Green. Nine auras spread out simultaneously after they landed.
Their overwhelming presence combined, finally