[How in the nine hells did that guy just manage to sense us?]
[Because we did it on purpose?]
[Right...keep forgetting it takes awhile for my brain to heat up too...anyways, do we know who this guy is exactly, or...]
[Still not sure. I'm pretty sure he'll tell us when we engage in combat with him.]
[Fair.]
...
'Something's not right," the warrior dressed like a plague doctor commented aloud,hoping to catch his would-be opponents off guard. In his experience, acknowledging the presence of ambushers before they could do anything, has a tendency to break whatever momentum they had built up beforehand.
That said, it appeared that this little trick was ineffective this time around.
"Pity."
Approaching his position was a very weird, strong energy signatures that definitely didn't feel like anything he ever senses.
Well...that statement wasn't entirely true, but he could barely remember the when or the who in regards to the last time he sensed an energy like this.
