Failed Assassination

The performance was about to begin.

Dark and Sweeper nodded to one another, then Dark walked to a tree and leant against it, pretending to play dead.

Sweeper wondered about what it should do, though Dark soon glanced at it and to Jay's surprise it seemed like it understood.

Suddenly, and strangely, it was like Sweepers whole persona changed.

Its shoulders were pushed back and it seemed to move slower as if it was wearing the heavy mage hunter armour, each of its steps somehow even seemed heavier too.

"Wait a second." Jay thought, narrowing his eyes as he noticed something intriguing, and both of the skeletons froze.

Sweeper had made so many subtle changes to the way it held itself and walked, that Jay almost thought it could have been channelling the soul of a mage hunter - yet it was taking all its directions from Dark.

"I knew they could communicate non-verbally somehow, similar to my thought-commands, but I didn't realise it would be this... detailed." Jay thought.