"That was the point." Ruli informed quietly. "He isn't bound to bash in his own face. Mine, on the other hand. I figured your face has seen enough for a while." He shivered, glad that his every exhalation sent warmth across its cheeks. He fell into quiet after that, as speaking didn't warm his skin as much, and, coinciding with his own personal comfort, the surrounding area sent a chill unrelated to the cold up his spine. The footsteps, the many places one could hide, the silence.

Ruli swallowed when she said they were going the right way. He'd seen no clues, nor seen her gesture to one, so assumed she'd managed to sense the enemy. When she confirmed it a short while later, almost growling the word out, Ruli looked left and right. He could sense nothing. No tingle in the nape of his neck, no scent in the air that didn't smell right. 
Maybe only she could smell it because they were from a different world. A different brand of magic his own couldn't locate.

[i]It had been the issue with Akuma, hadn't it?[/i] A voice reminded him, forcing a hidden frown. 

"What is it?" He whispered quietly, looking forward. "I can't sense anything." His eyes looked toward the building they had carefully avoided, finding no sign of movement. Then they dropped, to her tapping foot, and his eyes skimmed the ground. No, still nothing. Ruli felt oddly useless, and he wasn't happy with that. 
"Why is it so quiet?" he whispered. "They can't possibly have day jobs, right?"