As the immortal neared the rear of the café, he felt the approach of another immortal. Drawing his Spatha, Matthias assumed a ready stance and focused his attention on his surroundings. Centuries of experience traveling through the woods had trained his senses to hear the most minor indications of another presence. A snapping twig, the rustle of fallen leaves underfoot. Whoever else was about, they weren't trying to keep themselves quiet.
Then, an under-breath curse gave away the other's position. Silently, Matthias made his way to a break in the thick flora, and waited until the sounds of approach were close enough to touch. Then, springing out from his cover, the immortal brought his blade across in a lateral attack.
And stopped short upon seeing Léana's surprised face.
"You're lucky", he cursed, "someone else may not have had as great of reflexes as I... or cared enough to stop". He paused, seeing the distress written upon her every feature. With a sigh, Matthias once again put away his weapon and held out a hand.
"Come on", he beckoned, "let's get out of here before the police come looking".