"Jean? What're you doing over here?" Captain Jeremiah's hoarse voice called out from the darkness, as he desperately looked for his soldiers in the darkness.
There was a scraping sound as Captain Jemriah drew his sword, the voice he had heard sounded just like Jean, but something about it had unsettled him, it had sounded almost too calm.
"I'm right here." Simon called out, mimicking Jean's voice once again, then dashing off to one side, his feet gliding across the floor without making a sound.
Simon silently pulled another pair of blades from his belt, channelling his mana for a moment before throwing them.
The two blades curved through the air, heading right for Captain Jeremiah's exposed eyes, one curving to the right, while the other curved to the left.
Even as the blades flew at Captain Jeremiah, Simon ran quickly toward him, unsheathing his curved blade.
