Meanwhile, Ryder stood in front of Reana's quarters, staring into the night, rather, waiting for the Intruders. Not long, he saw the dark silhouettes of figures emerging from the shadows, their movements swift and stealthy as they advanced towards the quarters with sinister intent.
The figures probably didn't take the man standing in front of Reana's quarters, in the middle of the night into account, or perhaps they simply didn't care, for they continued to creep forward, their eyes fixed on the hallway, until Ryder's low, warning growl stopped them dead in their tracks.
However, the brief hesitation was short-lived, as the figures promptly resumed their stealthy approach, but one of them suddenly broke rank, charging towards Ryder with a silver sword that glinted menacingly in the fading moonlight, poised to strike, to take Ryder's life in one swift slash.
