Henry is neither inclined towards stealth nor looking to avoid a fight. He is, however, conscious of the guns. Outside of their immediate notice he holds still only to let the assassins pass so that he might charge them from behind and stand a chance of getting in range before they are in a position to shoot, but a faint whisper in the dark stops him halfway through his first step. Was that a voice?

He waits a beat, and another, and it becomes too late for him to close on the jogging pair. But if there is another assassin waiting in the shadows, the last thing he wants is to be flanked. He does not release his grip on the pommel of his sword as he squints into the darkness, seeking.