[That caution and preparedness is something that Mamoru can appreciate, even mimicking something similar by not loosening the grip on the bayonet, standing still to listen carefully. Searching for the sound of more footsteps, a tension in the air.
Even when he senses nothing he's still coiled like a spring, ready to release. But he nods, stepping over the prone body of an unconscious soldier.] Think so. For now. Best if we head that way [Mamoru points to his own left side, hand resting against his chest to use the shield of the width of his body. Both a habit and a precaution, lest someone is snooping at their movements.] it's a longer track but we'll be avoiding most of them.
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Even when he senses nothing he's still coiled like a spring, ready to release. But he nods, stepping over the prone body of an unconscious soldier.] Think so. For now. Best if we head that way [Mamoru points to his own left side, hand resting against his chest to use the shield of the width of his body. Both a habit and a precaution, lest someone is snooping at their movements.] it's a longer track but we'll be avoiding most of them.