It was after he had parted ways with Leona Lockfreed. In front of the Border Guard's walls, the escort warrior named Matthis had instantly drawn everyone's gaze. It was clearly intentional.
It was what they called Aura.
“Killing intent becomes Aura. You can do it once your Sixth Sense is open. It’s easy. Ah, though it might be a little difficult for the Platoon Leader.”
That crazy bastard Jacksen. His words were always so sharp. As if his tongue had been forged in a blacksmith's shop.
There were blades in his words. Not that Enkrid cared. He'd just call him a crazy bastard and move on.
Besides, in the end, what Jacksen said was right. His Sixth Sense had opened. Even though he had already tried using something similar to Aura during the cat-catching request, it was difficult to make it second nature.
This time, he had learned it again. Once he relaxed his shoulders, it came easier than he expected. And so, hadn't he ended up using it?
When he told Torres and Finn to be careful, Enkrid had raised his Aura as he spoke.
And now.
“Get to the side. I’ll draw the rest.”
“What?”
Finn reacted.
“What kind of bullshit is this?”
Torres reacted too. He hadn't known Finn for long, and it wasn't much different with Torres. They didn't seem to be the type to risk their lives protecting each other.
“Damn it. Rangers don’t abandon their comrades.”