As the duo neared their target, Anko kept her eyes open for any sign that they were being noticed. Her four arms each held knives as they ducked around tents, watchful of the patrols and random soldiers running about. Not seeing any demonkin, she kept her hood up in case her pink hair and grey skin were enough to give her away.
It was in the area between the tents and the army that they would be most at risk, and worse still, because there wasn't just one angel near the General. Off to the sides, hidden behind the reserve formations, were dozens of angels with normal weapons and magic guns.
Guess that'll make flying out of here difficult, she thought as she noticed many of them were watching the battle with amusement on their faces.
The General was about thirty measures away, but the guards around him looked strong and alert. Ducking down into the nearest tent, she found Ferro making some last-minute choices for spells to load into his suit.
