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Julian' heart skipped a beat as he stares at the sharp blade protruding in and out of the hay stack he is hiding in. 

The blade came so damn close to him that it almost hit his nose going through right through his head, but luckily it never happened. He looked at the Varangian lying right next to him, seeing fear but also perseverance and valiance in his eyes. Both of them knows clearly that even the smallest bit of noise screeched, and movement made by any of them inside the ay stack shall result to them being immediately exposed causing a blood shed right in this open spot, and they shall all be extinguished. 

Thus, they persevered, carefully observing the outside environment through the glimpse of light and sound through the straws.