Just like the many fights that he had heard of, the one he was witnessing was dead even. The Fighters were almost equally matched, so they continued to whittle down each other until barely a couple were left alive from the 40 that had started the fight.
As Ace watched all this, the feeling in his spine, that something was wrong, didn't leave.
In fact, it kept getting stronger and stronger, and no matter how much he searched around him, he couldn't find any source.
Yet, he didn't even know whether he should feel happy about that.
After all, what was more terrifying? An enemy that he could detect and be wary of, or one that was capable of sneaking up on him completely undetected?
Finally unable to take it any more, he set off back to the location in the battlefield where he and a few other Fighters had gathered.
And of course, just a hundred meters behind him was a man who was using a weird technique to move through the trees.
