There was that warning prickle in the air.
Tsa'run didn't give any indication of noticing, glancing around with his eyes. This particular walkway was usually quiet at this time of day, and nothing seemed out of place.
Except for Es'tad stepping out suddenly in front of him, his impressive mohawk rippling slightly. Tsa'run faltered then, the ingrained habit to stop and greet his superior checked by a gut feeling. Sensing his uncertainty, Es'tad grinned with definite malice, then launched at him.