Just like before I was creeping through the well lit streets searching for my next target, my ears twitching as I picked up the random voices coming from all around me whilst my nostrils flared as new smells filtered in every couple of feet.
Blood was the most prominent scent, though ash was right there as well as I listened to the various sounds of combat near me, and I had to make decisions constantly on whether or not I wanted to go an aid the guards or find my own targets to kill on my lonesome, though that was answered easily when I cut through an alley and found two women and a man standing there inspecting some ill gotten gains.
"-ly think that we can get away from here?! Those were Death Jackals, dumbass! Death Jackals! Not some random mercenary that we're used to running from!"
Whew~