Senses B3C11

We crossed back over the drawbridge and down into the Guild Village once more. The houses on either side of us looked abandoned or closed, and there was no sign of movement.

"Let's just get back and tell the others," I said. "We might as well get it over wi-"

Blake held an arm across my chest and stopped me.

"Blake…?"

She held a finger to her mouth, and then nodded toward the surrounding area. Heart suddenly beating wildly in my chest, I looked around. The houses were as they'd always been, but the windows were shuttered and closed. There was no one on the path, but there hadn't been when we made our way here either. I didn't see anything noteworthy, and looked to Blake for an answer.

"You can come out," Blake called, tone bored. "You already frightened off all the birds. A road with houses nearby would never be this silent."

My hand fell to Crocea Mors immediately.

Up ahead, two figures stepped out from behind houses on either side of the road. One was dressed in red, the other white – and both looked disturbingly similar. There were two other men behind them.

"The Malachites," I whispered to Blake. "Yang and I fought them before. They have a Passive where they're ridiculously strong if they fight next to one another."

"They're not the only ones, Jaune. We're surrounded."

My eyes widened, and I spun on the spot, drawing my sword free with a loud hiss. Behind us, six or so people in black tabards blocked the road.