Training: Day-4
Evening…
Leo's group arrived at the forest. The "not allowed" ribbon was plastered around, fluttering in the breeze, but Leo and his group barely glanced at it.
"A-Are you sure about this? What if we get caught by the police?" Raphael said, her voice trembling as she crouched low, parting the ribbon with hesitant fingers. Her steps faltered, boots barely making a sound against the moss, but her eyes flicked from shadow to shadow as if expecting sirens to burst through the trees.
Azrael, bristling with heavy gear, guns slung at her side, a bulletproof vest gleaming dully in the fading light... glanced at Raphael with a deadpan,
"We already got past that checkpoint, my dear friend. You're worrying about the wrong threat." She smirked, voice sly, gaze sliding to Leo. "Isn't that right? Leo~?" Without warning, she hopped onto Leo's back with the reckless delight of a child who never learned fear.
Raphael's lips twisted, "Get away from him, witch!!"
