Kanis sharply signalled to the other scarecrow -- a quick thrust of his forearm, that silently said "I'm getting closer."<br/><br/>Before any more could be seen, the artificial ninja had vanished from sight, slipping from shadow to shadow without the slightest of sounds. His scythe was as a tree branch, his own wood-and-leather body like a part of the forest. He seemed to slither from tree to tree, always getting closer to the robed men. When the others began to fire, he could strike.<br/><br/>It was always better when they were already afraid. When they understood that something was wrong, that something meant them harm... but had no clue that that harm was as close to them as it was. After that, just seeing the dark construct fade into existence before them, scythe going for their throat and eyes burning with cold malice, usually caused Kanis's targets to die of fright on the spot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>