Back on the path that Marionette fought on, two men clothed completely in black stood; their faces shrouded and hidden behind crimson wolf masks that were marked with the numbers 3 and 4.
They were members of the Darkhound's elite: the Bloodhounds.
"There were signs of a battle here..." They said in unison as they began to survey the area.
Dragging their fingers across damaged cracks, they felt the mana in the air still vibrate with activity - this was recent; it didn't happen any earlier than today.
Whilst crouched, the man numbered three looked to four and asked:
"Who was patrolling this area again?"
"I believe it was 1 and 2." #4 answered, looking back while keeping his hands on a dented part of a tree. "Don't you feel as though this dent was created by a person?"
"Hm..." #3 looked at the dent and thought outwardly, "Looks like a dent made by a person hitting against it. They were either hit hard, wearing some kind of armour, or was really heavy."
