"Neither do I," Khanna scowled. But killing Crowe would defeat half the purpose he was there. So he'd punish the Black Bird later. Moving along, quiet as a cat, his eyes scanned the area, but what was there was underwhelming. Even turning the corner there was nothing to see. Despite that, it made her even more ill at ease and her unhappy disposition soured.
"You sure this is the way you came?" she hissed, and just as they took another step, a dart flew out of no where. Thankfully it missed Khanna's skin but sunk into her heavy leather armor of her shoulder. Growling, she yanked out the dart and cast it aside, turning to growl into the shadows as a figure moved and tried shooting another poison dart at Crowe.