The air bellowed and released a sharp cry, it was like the air itself had received a severe blow to it's ethereal body, as it cried out with a shrill screech.
A silver flash glinted reflecting the rays of sunlight.
Click.
The two guards looked at Lirian slowly removing his hand from the handle of the sword, all they saw was the glint of silver from the blade as the last section was returned to its sheath.
The two soldiers blinked repeatedly for several seconds, feeling like the sound that they had just heard was nothing more than an illusion in their heads.
"Haha," the guard who was flirting with Izlandi chuckled while feeling slightly nervous, "You almost got me there," he laughed feeling like Izlandi was joking when she had called Lirian master.
The other guard was also chuckling nervously, when suddenly they heard several things fall over.
