The six men slowly turned towards them.
Their dead eyes staring, observing them, blood dripping down their weapons.
A heavy, threatening silence hung between them. Both looked at each other without moving.
"...Kill them," one of them ordered. He stood in the middle, his face covered with the hoodie he wore.
They stepped forward. Oliver moved, shielding Aaliyah, who looked unwell, her face pale.
A fine mist of blood moved between them, the rain dampening every sound.
"Run," Oliver whispered without looking back, as he took out a sword from his bracelet.
"No!" Aaliyah replied, keeping an eye behind her, making sure no portal emerged. "...I am not leaving you this time."
She opened the cap of a bottle, throwing its contents on the ground.
He clicked his tongue as he looked at the five of them forming a semi-circle around them.
He took a deep breath, whispering softly, "...Eyes of Horus."
