[ He may have been a young man of the city more than he ever was of nature, but the changes to the trees around them doesn't escape his notice. A very neat little trick indeed. But cover can't hide them completely when it seems the leftmost wing of the troop is headed straight for them. Vanadi waits, listening intently to each footstep and rustle with those long ears of his, then glances to catch Giorno's eye. He puts a finger to his lips then makes a go back gesture, a quick swipe of his hand palm-in.
They don't have far to go to get out of the way of the oncoming attacker's path, but they definitely do have to go. Vanadi creeps forward, moving low, with just the faintest of metallic clicks sounding now and then from his limbs. The rustling and low, harshly whispered orders draw closer to them, and Vanadi moves a little faster. ]
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They don't have far to go to get out of the way of the oncoming attacker's path, but they definitely do have to go. Vanadi creeps forward, moving low, with just the faintest of metallic clicks sounding now and then from his limbs. The rustling and low, harshly whispered orders draw closer to them, and Vanadi moves a little faster. ]