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A sound emanated from the assassin from the very back of his throat; a growl. One to which would almost mirror a readying roar. A sort of exhortation. Warning. And his gaze very much added to that of which he was giving off to the other, as they narrowed. Sharpness like the edges of a blade showed within his eyes.
By just looking upon the other... Altair was showing his hostility already.
Because he can see it.
His vision showed just what the other is to him.
RED.
Enemy.
Threat.
But, there was more than a possibility that his senses did not need to warn him, after what he had seen.
His fingers curled. He was on full alert, and fortification.
And he was more than willing to react in any way necessary.
Altair's tone was nearly as sharp as the look within his golden gaze. Almost cutting through the air. "What sorcery is this?"