Shinobi had indeed cloaked himself once more as the shriek of terror echoed through the field. At this point, it was purely reflexive for him. He quickly made his way over to Maine, joining her as she crouched down in the grass.
"I'm right here," he whispered. "I can see two of them just over there by the river, no more than 40 meters away. They're not far from the crash site... One of them's got a—" He was cut off as a shot rang out, which was followed very quickly by the sound of a small explosion as the incendiary shell impacted in the hill several meters behind them. His head whipped around to see a fire beginning to spread in the grass.
"Sniper rifle," he finished. "Looks like now is as good a time as any to take them out." He reached to the back of his belt, pulling a smoke grenade from its pouch and yanking the pin. "I call the sniper. You take the arctic fox. After we see what his insides look like, we can see what's inside his box..."
Without another word, he flung the smoke grenade off to the side, hoping the burst of smoke it released would provide a sufficient distraction as he sprinted off through the tall grass, flanking Bayzan from the opposite side the smoke grenade had landed on. As he flitted—still cloaked—through the vegetation, he slipped his knife out of its sheath.